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A Few Flowers

A few flowers,

Under a smiling face,

A caring friend

hands me nature's lace.

 

A glint of compassion

gleams hope from her eyes.

A rainbow fills my heart;

sweet sun heals old lies.

 

A few flowers,

delicate warmth shared,

A sweet action

to show she cared.

 

A scent of friendship,

seeps and fills the air.

A special moment;

a few flowers to spare.

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Garden of Your Heart

 

Sweet gestures of your soul given out to me so plentifully,

joyously singing songs o' promise and hope.

Romantic meets so wonderful to me.

In my heart grew flowers for you.

 

 

A garden that is your very own, one that was flourished innocently,

lovingly learning our love for each other.

In your garden I always loved you.

A garden, lush and green.

 

Water from my soul, always pouring for you refreshingly,

slowly feeding as my heart nourishes yours.

I gave my heart to you, true to nature.

Together we can grow into one garden.

 

My trees lost their leaves,

my plants wilted over,

my flowers would not bloom.

My love could die

dry of water.

 

Promises brake o'er a life long fear revealing selfish paintings of you,

nervously last in line while every second passing hurts,

Dying in a secret garden of your heart.

I'm left to drown in your water, fresh for another.

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A Walk To The Park

 

Cracked roads dusted with dry dirt.

Old and new feet slowly step.

Late day sun shines strong still.

Mixed trees twinkle like twilight.

Cute brown haired boy on bike.

Dear young lady walks her way.

Blue-eyed woman walks with me.

 

August air blows fresh from trees.

Scent that holds the essence of nature.

Flowing through each swing we took.

Soaring up, I swung as a child.

Higher and higher the little girl swung.

Lower and lower the little boy followed.

Asking for a little push up in the air.

 

Rude nonsense shouts out to the girl.

Blue eyes dart from behind the metal fence.

Her hands forgotten upon the boy's bike.

Little boy would now like his bike back.

He says, sweet and funny words.

To drop the young lady laughing.

A walk to the park with a stranger.

 

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