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Maria 1d
I dreamt of our house, which doesn't exist...
I'll light a candle in it and greet the dawn.
I'll feel sad by candlelight. I'll be missed.
I want you'll be near me in our house for long!

I'll walk into the garden, which doesn't exist...
I'll pick white camomiles and make a bunch.
I'll put it on the table. It'll be my feast.
Just fly into my dream! I please you much!

We'll stroll in a forest, which doesn't exist...
I'll mass there an armfull of autumn leaves.
I'll throw them into the sky. They'll be a mist.
And they'll be falling slowly under the breeze.

I dreamt of our house.  And maybe is it?
It's somewhere over the hill, green all.
The garden is so very overgrown. I'll revive it.
I'll light the candle for you to come for all.
I love my dreams. Sometimes I even want to go back to my dreams. Sometimes I do. The magic of the night, the magic of dream, the possibility to dream, to be sad, to suffer without barriers and taboos...
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖
Lizzie Bevis May 14
Your mind is a waiting garden,
and life will give us seeds,
you can sow beautiful flowers
or you can nurture stubborn weeds.

The choice is yours,
to make in a thoughtful wake,
to tend to the delicate blossoms
or let the brambles overtake.

Water the garden with pride,
with thoughts pure and bright,
tear down any climbing doubts
and give way to the sunlight.

For what you will harvest
depends on what you sow,
your garden will flourish
and wisdom will grow.

So nurture each lesson,
and watch the petals unfurl,
in your garden of growth,
with the beauty of your soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Inspired by a wonderful mindfulness quote,
I was unfortunately unable to find the original author to give credit, but here it is in its inspiring glory:

Your mind is a garden.
Your thoughts are the seeds.
You can grow flowers
or you can grow weeds.
My mother planted ancient seeds,
in garden beds surrounding me.

She hummed a sunny melody,
while placing them so tendlerly.

She showered them in sunlight beams,
& all the things that clouds can dream.

She caught the wind of willow trees,
& sprinkled wisdom from the breeze.

Flowers bloomed upon my sleeves.
A thousand hearts she gave to me.

With mirrors grown upon the leaves,
reflecting back her love for me.


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mica light ▪︎ poetry
I won't forget.
MetaVerse Apr 25
Squirrel!
You scared the ****
Outta me!

The soggy peanut
Unearthed in the April garden
Is full of dirt.
Charles Apr 18
tending to our garden
planting peonies and orchids
solemnly growing so florid

from generation to generation
our kids can frolic and play
symbolic of our love's stay
You and I were like a garden and a war,
we both fell in love, which left our hearts quite sore
prettiest flowers now covered in blood, the bright skies cloaked with gloom
I'm afraid my little flowers would never bloom.
evangeline Apr 7
Look to the garden
Should the bricks start to crumble
Earth will light the way
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