Beyond The time. Her garden Sings.

There'll always be times
where the gardens come
Alive, the return of nature
As you know

Not here but far the other side, mountains and hills
Of snow

White and crisp the leaves of trees, fresh though stubborn the angled breeze

A flower pressed shall never conform , to the art of dying, there withered
Or torn

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As long as you remember the beauty
So as to live it's lovely view, all the things most Central, come to rest
Within the heart of you

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And so that memory of certain chance, begs the heart for one more dance
___ and learns to master the returning song
So as to live it wise, 
Without due wrong

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Little things like kisses
Embark such a journey wide, there upon your eyelids, placed with righteous pride:
..... The dreamer who sees the invisible, as to create but many things
.
.... Oh , she loves
Beyond The time, and so her garden sings.