As sunlight ends its daytime patrol
Of the garden
Where accused men are freed
And the orphan is given a home.
The blush of an intruder is true
Not an apparatus of the wicked
As a blouse ripples in the breeze.
A place of purity and kindness
The garden’s love extends to all.
This reminds me of these song lyrics:
I’d enter your garden
if I dare be so bold
for such blushing roses
are there to behold
Sweet maiden let me pluck them
now is their loveliest hour
for their beauty has won me
my heart’s in their power
Thank you for letting us see through your beautiful lens of the world.
Thanks! That’s really pretty
This reminds me of these song lyrics:
I’d enter your garden
if I dare be so bold
for such blushing roses
are there to behold
Sweet maiden let me pluck them
now is their loveliest hour
for their beauty has won me
my heart’s in their power
Thank you for letting us see through your beautiful lens of the world.
Thanks! That’s really pretty
“Whatever born in the spring
Dies in the fall
But Love is not seasonal”.
Jalaluddin Rumi
“Whatever born in the spring
Dies in the fall
But Love is not seasonal”.
Jalaluddin Rumi