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The gardens of time,
Grow in the minds of wise women,
Brimming with spectacular colours,
Baring ripe and delicious fruits.
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Effortlessly stroll and ponder,
Lose your way,
Discover new parts of yourself,
Seek enlightenment,
Let your toes sink,
Into the rich undergrowth.
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Visible to those who explore long enough,
Are the colossal imposing Sequoias.
Their unapologetic presence,
And unshakable strength,
Has taken many lifetimes to mature.
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Jack can keep his beanstalks,
In his pursuit of fame and riches,
I will continue to worship these gardens,
As they have worth far exceeding,
Their weight in gold.
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LB xo
About the Creator
LB
Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.
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