A garden Nap

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    A garden Nap

    The whether is nice it had been raining twice
    Sometimes the sun shines though the clouds
    A lukewarm breeze come to my face get into my breathe
    Make me feel a taste that my brains no more recognize
    But I feel like it happening again like a sweet moment
    Silent morning in my garden make me feel like I’m still sleeping
    In spite of birds singing and catching butterflies
    The waterfalls sound gently come to my ears and make me remind

    There’s dark clouds in the skies …far away
    Where the light breaks down
    Storms that brings us some solace
    And the nature says thanks After the sun resurgence powerful saying :
    “I unless my light, won’t be rain”
    how not to surrender to such magnificence
    When we’ll forever depend on the plants to be alive
    nature has a spirit and infinite bodies and souls
    flowers breathe and purifying the air in god’s living pour
    I left the raining morning teen hours ago
    I just taking a nap among my garden’s flowers after a hard laborious day
    I open my eyes and see red skies behind distant mountains
    I should have been for a instance dreaming about that love felling
    Once with the wind has gone ….
    But it’s another day and I’m just on my way
    To my home sweet home.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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