TOUCH THE LAST

In a garden full of flowers
Peacefulness seeps through me.
The morning dawns and brings
The wonderful dew accord.
I look at the flowers and I feel
The light of happiness seduce me.

I always wanted a place like this
My garden of joy and creativity.
Living it out jovial as could be,
I live each age in love and carefree,
But sometimes I get really sad
Yet I still remember that beautiful thing.

When at times I want to get away
At night I dress with the glorious stars
Knowing that thousands of angels are looking at me.
I wonder how long I'd have to wait
To go back home to guard my people.
Hmmm....Or am I doing that already...?

BY ABIGAIL D. HINDS

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