You are a walking garden
I'm a passing firefly
I stumbled upon your sweet flowers
In a lonely dark night
Without a fence nor a warden
Your gates led straight to your heart
It's there where I lie
Until a flood came on a sudden
And tore everything apart
Kicked away I felt
Beyond any chance to restart
Yet the firefly flies on
And the garden blooms again
On separate ways they move on
Each on a different path
About the Creator
Mohamed Sakhiri
merely for self expression
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