A Garden Shared

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Lying in delicate flowers.

A song travels on the breeze,

so quiet,

floating like a whisper amongst the trees.

Mixed in, I recognize your voice;

your song trembles my soul.


Do you speak to me?

Do you sing for me?

Do you visit this garden, as I visit?


Your laughter and smiles planted

to bloom again in distant gardens.


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