Poem -

Once Upon Her Night Scented GardenΒ 

some time
during the night,
I quit kicking
dead leaves
and threw away
my secateurs ..
that was
not long before
I stumbled
upon those old
red brick steps ..
all eight of them
if my memory
serves correctly ..
and those,
which then led
to your most
secret of gardens ..
long before
that is, the pink
those gold
and the cream
anemones ..
together with
the topiary bay
and a sweet
night scented
jasmine
all got together
and held me
as their hostage ..

Β 

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sparrowsong

Hello Neville...

You only stumbled?

IΒ  would have probably got a concussion...

It wouldn't surprise me...

Well worth the trip to the Garden...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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author
Neville

How very kind you are my friend .. Thank you so much :)Β 

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author
Neville

I caught you last time .. thought you were falling or going to crash land but didn't realise what an acrobat you really are .. more like a swift or a swallow ..Β 

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author
Being Me

This secret garden dounds both beautiful and fun x

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author
Neville

I like to think so too .. Bless you Tina and true x

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author
sparrowsong

Hello Neville...

I thought I liked and voted...

I just did...

If I do that again say something like Hey cheap with your votes or what?

Anything...

Thank you...

sparrowsong
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author
Neville

thank you my friend ..Β 

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