My Garden
I like to believe in the word ‘hope’
To shut off the path towards grief and think of another way
The roots of life need watering
From this moment on I will water my future
I will make the moon’s spring gush in the shadows
I will drown the cypress trees and plants in happiness
I will turn my garden into a gem, envious of its light
If I were to invite the sun’s flower to this gathering
Time will write tales about my work
I would like to fill history with jewels
If society helps me to compose
I will adorn every notebook with my writing
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