The garden of dreams, where our hopes bloom
A place of beauty, where our hearts can resume
The flowers of joy, they bloom in every hue
A rainbow of promise, for me and for you
The trees of strength, they stand tall and proud
Their branches of courage, shelter us from the crowd
The river of love, it flows gentle and wide
And guides us to places, where our souls can reside
So let us tend, to the garden of our dreams
And nurture the beauty, that our hearts have seen
For in its blooms, we'll find our own way
And a life of wonder, in a brighter day.
About the Creator
Albin
A Psychologist of Life Experiences...
Delighted to have you ...
Much Love.
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