A garden deep in my mind
It exists like a dream or a memory
Where we know no failure but glory
Light at hearts not burdened with worry
Where we are open and share our story
A place filled with beauty and peace
Where we hold hands, and minds are at ease
Where new bright hopes spring with pace
Nothing hidden and sleeves hold no ace
Here we start all over anew with light heart
Create memories soothing the hurt of the past
The pain is erased with the healing of minds
This is where comfort never ends, only starts
About the Creator
Joseph June
Come, discover the true Nigeria with me
Each story is true story about my country and my people.
Being poor has double meaning.
One is to live in poverty.
The other is to live without hope and dreams.
I have hope and dreams.
Therefore I am rich.
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Comments (2)
Beautifully written Joseph. Words from deep within the heart. I hope your garden is flourishing beautifully. Your introductory poem is very heartfelt.
A sweet poem. Good job, Joseph.