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Dec 2014
Last night
I took my sadness for a walk

We walked
through the garden of my soul

We stood
at the foot of my fountain

And he looked at me
his eyes
like a dark cloud
choking out the sunlight

I told him

You are not welcome here
not now, not ever

A seed was planted
Trees stretched from the earth
and as they reached for the sky
Flowers grew and roses bloomed

The clouds burned up
and rain turned to ash

As I pushed him out
I locked the gates
Of my newfound Eden
Richard Fullana
Written by
Richard Fullana  Windsor
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