As the thorns of vines
Crushed the insides
And the stones grow
Colder and more gray
Gardener please come
Tear away the vines
Reveal the love inside
Hidden from light
Where beauty now stays
Pull out every stone
Infesting my soil
Now with room
Faithful flowers grow
I give thanks to you
The Gardener of hearts
He can do it for you
Will you open your gate?
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Treasury of Poetry
PoetryA treasury of different poems about life, fear, dreams, and learning. All of the poems are original to Mary Poe however some are inspired by other poets as she expects her poems will also inspire others.
