There is a garden in my heart
More beautiful than words,
Filled with subtle scents and shades
And the rhapsodies of birds.
I go there to refill my cup,
Or, when I am alone,
To find my favorite rock and trace
The smile upon the stone.
When the wind blows in my heart,
Stirring up the sea,
I turn my back upon the waves
And return to me.
I sit beside a quiet pool
And gaze down at the sky,
And feel a yearning so complete
I cannot help but cry.
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Nicholas Gordon
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