Wednesday, 1 January 2014


I fantasize a garden
When I create
A throne for both
You and I.

I built the garden
By pavements of effort
Flowers of hope
Green grass of care and comfort
As if you would enter and enjoy.

But the sun of truth doesn’t shine
Bright enough to the corner
Of your heart
The light doesn’t resonates
Bright enough to lit up
Your thought and awareness.

And now I’m trapped
In my own maze

In my own garden. 
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