Garden
The flowers are blooming, the hot sun is shining
This precious plot of land where everything grows
Turning right, turning left, bountiful juxtapose
Of polkadot colours, spreading through the lining
The plants creep towards east, where the sunshine exists
Opening their petals to accept the power
Responsible beauty an act of empower
That fuses their forum of an endless abyss
Climbing, sc...
Monday 23rd May 2016 7:33 pm
The Boulder
The boulder in the square that no one can carry
Every strong person has tried to remove it
It stays firmly in place, why no one has the wit
To figure out a plan, a wrong way too ferry
As the young boy sits there, hammering the center
Pieces come off of it, flying of windy dust
The folks hardly notice, the shrinking ball of crust
The sight is forgotten, of this big rock's mentor
The you...
Monday 23rd May 2016 6:34 pm
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