The beauty that once was is now no more,
In the dead vines echo pain and weariness
There is no love here no not like before,
When once heart's were filled with laughter and happiness
But now the boundaries are only to a locked door.
But as the way,
that night,
Grows into day,
giving off a spiritual light.
I hope and I pray some how and some way. . .
That beyond the dead vines, the walls, and the darkness grows a light
burning bright . . . a single flower.
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I wrote this sometime after dreaming about the secret garden which turned out to be Heaven.
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