I see the three gardenia bushes in my front garden,
Each stretching to meet the sun-filled rays,
Greeting me with a kiss this morning,
amongst the smoky haze.
As they grow and grow and grow galore,
Shielding me from the outside’s conjure;
Hidden here, 'hind this fragrant wall,
I smile and praise God that I have one day more —
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:19 AM UTC
I see the three gardenia bushes in my front garden,
Each stretching to meet the sun-filled rays,
Greeting me with a kiss this morning,
amongst the smoky haze.
As they grow and grow and grow galore,
Shielding me from the outside’s conjure;
Hidden here, 'hind this fragrant wall,
I smile and praise God that I have one day more —
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