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Sometimes, I hate what I've let myself become.
© August 8 , 2016 deprivedkat
In my garden
There is a new forest
Of African violets
Happy is the heart
That is illuminated
With hope
If you feel too much
Have a great desire
To become a luminous
Like a dream
Shut your eyes
Of all things earthly
In my little garden
Is newly
A festival of colors
Yellow
Grey
Red
Orange
And …
God
The moon is blue
Over solitude
Like God
Above me
In every mind
There's always hidden
A tranquility
To poetry
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