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I
have a secret
garden, deep within
this heart of mine A
place I go to dream,
where all of my
hopes of happiness
will come true
in their own
perfect time.
Its
a secret garden
known only to me,
where all my fragile
illusions are safe
form prying eyes, or
hurtful words said
with kindness in
disguise.
This
is where I hide,
here within its
walls, when the
hurt, the pain of
shattered dreams can
scream out, like a
roaring angry sea,
yet no one can hear,
or see the torrent
of tears that fall.
Dreams,
hopes, plans are so
fragile, a
snowflake, or a wisp
of smoke, seen,
felt, but if
touched, destroyed.
And love, felt, yet
impossible to
explain fully, just
as fragile, yet like
a bold of lightning
or a roaring fire
that can destroy us
with it's
intensity .
Yes,
I come to my secret
garden, more times
than anyone knows.
Sometimes to dream,
sometimes to heal,
but always to hide,
when I am
unable or unwilling
to share in fear of
ridicule or
rejection.
My
Secret Garden, is my
refuge from life's
storms, my place of
imperturbability
when dreams, hopes,
illusions are
destroyed. I must
come here to hide
and heal
copyright@ Aphrodite
12/01 all
rights reserved
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