Take Me to the Garden
It was the one place we knew peace.
By Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Image by Benjamin Balazs from Pixabay
i thought you were a mirage at first glance,
the way you rippled in and out of sight,
but your smile left my stomach to dance,
this quiet moment shared by kiss of night.
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i thought you were my secret at first tell,
since I didn't think one would believe me,
but they knew you, clear as a morning bell,
and you were no longer my only glee.
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but the garden was ours, it's clear and true,
as you parted weeds and sang songs to birds—
all manner of things to run me clean through—
and I listened since I relished your words.
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water lilies perched on your special pond,
and ours would be a never parted bond.
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About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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