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My Garden
O my garden, bloomed when you got near,
O my garden, Spring came like a chorus of wind in my ear,
O my garden, grew when I touched you,
O my garden, knew you through and through,
It shows with fire in your eyes,
every time I touched you I felt the shade of everlasting bloom,
of sunny days,
You were like a whisper that you can hardly hear,
but made me shimmer as if it was from heaven's ear,
O my garden's, been dead quite awhile,
O my garden, I still remember when it used to smile,
O my garden, causes too much pain,
O my garden, still speaks your name
Erik Estabrook ©2006
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