Life is a paradox,
a sweet disposition.
There's a sanctuary of sweet scented sorrows,
flowering vines and blowing chimes and soft symphonic tunes.
There's a wild radius of plants, some of which rarely seen,
he shows you around his paradise with eyes that only gleam.
It's a place full of life because a man lost his wife.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Life is a paradox,
a sweet disposition.
There's a sanctuary of sweet scented sorrows,
flowering vines and blowing chimes and soft symphonic tunes.
There's a wild radius of plants, some of which rarely seen,
he shows you around his paradise with eyes that only gleam.
It's a place full of life because a man lost his wife.
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