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I walk through the gardens

With sunlight streaming through

Its warmth envelopes me in peace

This path I walk

It's hard to find

Hidden in the bushes

So few have seen its beauty

They are distracted by the highway

With its rush, and its flashy signs

They miss the path

They miss the True Beauty

The birds quietly chirp

The bees float around

Preforming there work

To keep this utopia in bloom

I stroll through

The colors vibrent hues of red and blue

I spot a lone white rose

Caress it with my finger tip

pluck it gently from the earth

I  am lost in it

This is real beauty

But this path

This trail I walk

It leads to the highway in the end

With its loud noise

Its signs and lights

It leads to the City

Dark and dangerous

Sins breed here

There's a house in the City

With broken shutters

With drugies in the alley

And whores on the porch

The drink is on the first level

The rape is on the next

I stumble through this Hell

Some find the drugs, and whores beautiful

but it's not true beauty

I long for the path

The path in the Garden

The peaceful birds

The white rose

The true beauty