when i am in the garden, i know happyness is there amongst the faithfull roses
the entertaining fuchias
the delicate jazmine
that makes me chant loves worth
the eternal heather
the mysterious palm tree
This litle garden that leads to the flowery red poppies, contain al i desire
the orchids, laurels of the throne
i am too prone to lying on laurels
but love gives me faith and energy for every day
makes me light as a feather, that completes the winds destiny
the lake, and its calm reflection, fills my cup with blessedness
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