I invited you to the
Garden of my Soul
You stayed a while
Capturing me almost whole
Be careful where you put it...
Your heart into just anyone's
Hands
Because then they might hurl you
Into the depths of
Antartica
or into the Sahara's sand
The frigidness of your world
The scorching heat of you
Thinking I'll die
That in any extreme I'm doomed
Did you manage to win?
Did you claim a sweeping victory?
Well guess what, "my dear"
I grow the Cleome Africa
In the Sahara where nothing seems
to bloom
And in the devastating deep
of Antartica, I grow flowers too
Flowers of Antartica
Flowers of the Equator
Flowers of the Arctic
Flowers of the most
Tropical areas
There is never a doubt
Science truly knows
Where these beauties
Can persevere and glow
YOU ARE READING
Garden Of My Soul
Poetrya little poetry book with secret, sparkling feelings ... written by the sensitive heart of a girl in her early 20's.
