welcome to the garden
a dozen white beauties i see
perfect design and form
here comes the wind
thunder and cloud, darkness surrounds
all these years i've searched
but still He can't be found
is this gardener blind?
or blissfully aware?
who am i to judge
on the other side only one remains
vulnerable, alone, solitary, confined, isolated, secluded
but brighter than before
is this the plan? am i walking the path?
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26.05.08














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