Your garden is the place I wish to see
But then of course who wouldn’t want the honor?
Every word I hear ’s a prophesy,
I see a promise of the road at every corner.
I wish, I wish I didn’t wish so much.
I wish I could be worth a glimpse, a glimmer
Of the true world if not a life in such,
While in the pot of my own grudge I simmer.
the garden
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