Allets' Garden
At the dead of night
I visit your garden
see the flowers bloom
Your eyes are shut
In a dreamy sleep
Daytime on my side
I'm wide awake
I've learnt to fly
Thoughts in your garden
Darkness all around
Oh ! why it's dark ?
I close my eyes
Opened to find them
On Amish's "Raavan"
Enemy of Artavarta
To awake and see a book. How poet like a waking!
Dark Garden - thank you.
All the plants arranged
in rows by genre and theme
waiting for night to bloom.
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~S~
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In reality
In reality I'm an enemy of poetry... Sometimes I really am surprised why at all people read my garbage.
©bishu