πΈπππ πΈπ
β¨
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Meet me in the Garden
where fears are
washed away in a
steady afternoon rain
a rhythmic cleansing
pattering across our spirits
A place where
whispers evaporate
at the gate
and the only sounds
are bird songs
competing against
a frog chorus
and a breeze singing
through the treetops
regrets disintegrate
where kindred hearts
synchronize
and souls speak
the same language
if only you would
β¨
meet me in the Garden.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. β€οΈ
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