Garden Prayers




radiant gold through the blue;


splendid visions of utter green

the leaves murmur gentle prayers

{sleep turns in tides} kiss the wind;


it's only a poem my dear

composed of lines drifting bye

a wish for peace for light;


falls the evening

feel you near

safe from the cold, in gardens deep;


feel me feel you close asleep...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-23 at 22:12

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