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The Garden of Our Words

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Yes....I am an escapist....finding refuge in things such as these....escaping reality to find solace amidst imaginations....

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Do you hear the wandering whispers of the whimsical winds ...?

Ushering the oblivious thoughts into a pristine world,

To a verdant bijou abode that emerges....

When the hazy veil of the breathing breeze is unfurled....

The pathway of which is aligned, over mossy billets....,

With a march of little pebbles, flaunting the earthen hue.

On the swaying blades of the viriscent turf.....

Lay sprinkled, the glistening confetti of the drops of dew....

Amidst the fragrance of beautiful moments...

Embraced by the overgrowth of emotions...

Garnished with seasoned petrichor of hopes...,

Secrets are planted in the soul's crumbled portions....

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Do you hear the maundering murmurs of the mystical mists...?

Acquainting innocent feelings with the arcane way of life...

From the fruits of joy to the frosts of gloom...

Residing in the heart....where our frolicking antics thrive...

Follows the summer's golden lights and the ticklish warmth of embrace....

After the replenishing spring ensues the springing viridescence.

Then Autumn....envelopes the ground with vibrant descending leaves...

While the soft showers....wash away the cinders on those reminiscence.....

Amidst powdered dusts of trickling flakes of snow...,

I Slink through the bracken under the bare trees....

Watering...the four lettered buds I sowed...which alone I couldn't help to bloom.

So..., lost...., I lay there...beside your weathering imprints, midst passing time, on my knees....


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An emptiness lingers like the chimes of distant bells,

though I have learned to withstand your absence...sweeping away desperation as you can see I haven't cried....

To you I am vulnerable...and for you...the best I have tried...

Yet...wishing someday you will water the feelings I couldn't hide....

And I want you to know...that...I will always be there, by your side...

So here I am, waiting....waiting in the garden where our words reside...

And when that bud blooms....

© 2019 Adnan

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