The Secret Garden Poem by Ralph Acosta
The Secret Garden
The sun is breaking in and out
ripe darlings
you fling your droplets
sprouting delicate green grasses
to grow this bed
enticing me to lye down
in this garden
where devious meyhem
rolls a spirited ride
and April fools seigh, 'ahhh'
to mischievious awakenings-
so pour me more of this liquor
and squeeze May's blush
so I may dive
into June's sultry
pool of life.
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