Garden gate, protective fence,
Guarding long the garden hence.
The lily’s daunting, growing free,
As beauty to soliloquy.
She speaks of love, as petals point,
To skies the crying tear anoint.
And rain it covers, garden top.
Then drowns what sinful whim adopts.
My garden strong, my garden great.
Surrounded by the gardens gate.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2026 18:14
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Comments1
The gate is the portal for entry and exit. A lovely poem about protection. Nicely done
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