The Garden of Love
THE GARDEN OF LOVE
The grandeur of my garden
swept away by the northern wind,
the patina of the pained petals
froze beneath the withering frost.
Spring comes rippling in the air,
from the Garden of Eden up above
colors cascade in splendored shower,
whisper, beauty never fades away.
Perched on the ancient silky oak
little robin sings the morning melody.
Daisies and dandelions raise their face,
dew drenched roses and marigolds gleam.
On the cobbled floral path garlending
the serene shadow of the banyan tree
rustle of the wafting leaves murmurs,
the green waves of memory return.
In the surge of the full moon shine
floating on the flood of silken silver
you drift to me on fragrant breeze,
bloom rhapsody in the garden of love.
February 21, 2019
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