The garden of lovers – K.B

The garden of lovers

 

There’s
A garden,
Next to
The city,
A wide,
Vast garden,
Full of unknown
And exotic
Flowers.

When the
Day ends,
Lovers
Come
For a stroll,
Kiss on
The benches,
Lay on
The grass,
Hum
Songs.

Musicians
Come too.

They play
Quietly,
You can still
Hear the
Murmur
Of the little
Stream.

Fingers
Run
On a harp,
Everything’s
Shiny,
Rosy
Pink,
Rosy
Hue,
Rain
Clouds
Turn
Their
Back
To flood
Some
Other
Parts,
But never
The garden
Of lovers.

It seems
Like
An eternity.

The wind
Is at the same
Time warm
And cold,
Never too
Cold nor freezing.

I guess
That’s how
Love feels.

To be honest,
I know
How it feels.

I’ve been
Through
It,
It was
Nor passion,
Nor destruction.

Alas, we’re human,
Takin’ a shit
Somtimes can
Be painful
And odorous
( haha).

In the garden
Of lovers,
No such
Thing
Happens.

No shit.

Only bulls.

Without shit.

Little sellers
Come to
Suggest
Refreshments,
Mostly
Lemon juice
Sweetened
With brown
Sugar.

There’s
To eat
Too.

And poetry
Corners,
Where the
Voices mingle
With emphasis
And langor.

It seems
Like
An eternity.

It is an eternity.

Somewhere,
A bright
Star
Is shining,
Fueled
By the
Unconditional
Love of God,
Mother,
Holy Father,
And True
Brotherhood,
Friendship,
Care,
Solidarity,

At the risk
Of turning
Mad
Once I step
Out of my
House,

Ah, forget
About it !

There will
always be
A glimmer
Of hope
Turning
To dawn
Until
The sun’s
Highest
Point
That declines
In style
To offer
Rest and
Respite,

Like
A couch
Of silk.

Amen
Brothers
And sisters!

And Hallelujah !
K. B
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