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Poetry

The Secret Garden

Laying in a bed of violets

Under the golden sunset.

A sense of tranquility.

Away from the instability.

 

It’s my safe place.

My own little space

Where I can call home.

As sweet as honeycombs.

 

I can lay here for hours

In my garden of flowers.

Please don’t search for me.

My soul is free.

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by melody.heald13

A writer with a dream. I've been writing since I was a kid. My dream was and still is, to become a published author. Reading and writing are my passions.

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