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Oct 2013
Every now and then
she comes to see my garden
and I watch her by the window
as she dances across my flowers

Every now and then she bends
and with sweet smile smells the blossoms
her love for my garden brightens my heart
such a fastidious and wonder she Bee

So I grow my blossoms all year round
and watch her dance all year round
each month I lay down seeds
for she will be mine, I do conceive

When winter petals touch her wings
when she in cold snow knows my heart pure
she may warm to me
and see what is really me

For I am a tender of sweet Earth
a somewhat secret gardener
an Eden within and without
as she comes to see my garden


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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