In the garden of the souls

in the garden of the souls

enter through the rusted gates,
it is ancient, looks unkempt,
but within , asleep, lie secrets
for the traveling of souls
and awakening of hearts. :
In that bush black roses wait
for thy touch to send thee soaring ;
roses of the pain and of the suffering
that wake up thy muse inside.
can't you hear thy harp already
playing songs thee now remembers ?
In that other red roses beckon
with the wild and reckless passions
that will set thy soul on fire.
and beyond, in glowing gold
and in bright celestial blue,
in a disappearing mist
and almost beyond thy reach,
await the flowers of the wisdom and
compassion that will set thy soul so free !

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