Each of us has a secret garden.
Someone's is big enough, someone's is small.
Well, it's clear all gardens differ,
And, undoubtedly, they bring us joy.
Hide and seek. Don't reveal it easy.
Swing back-forwards, fall into vain.
Nothing matters and nothing happens.
Heartbeat sounds like a music box.
Singing, soaring with hands in the air.
Sometimes silence is the best workmate.
Closing eyes I can see all better.
Now the time when mine gathers yours.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
Each of us has a secret garden.
Someone's is big enough, someone's is small.
Well, it's clear all gardens differ,
And, undoubtedly, they bring us joy.
Hide and seek. Don't reveal it easy.
Swing back-forwards, fall into vain.
Nothing matters and nothing happens.
Heartbeat sounds like a music box.
Singing, soaring with hands in the air.
Sometimes silence is the best workmate.
Closing eyes I can see all better.
Now the time when mine gathers yours.
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