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The Garden of Yellow Flowers
The garden of yellow flowers lay within the city gate,
Yet seemed so removed from the anger and hate;
Who owns this oasis in this city of strife ?
“It is the garden of peace, the garden of life;”
In hushed voices they'd say,
Yet none of the children ever went there to play.
Once decided I took a peek,
At the garden of paradise so to speak;
The sight I saw took my breath away,
Beauty which matched even heaven in a way.
As the flowers fluttered and pranced,
Radiance seemed to flow from their haunting dance;
I craved to climb that impenetratable wall,
But somehow knew that I would only fall.
Reluctantly I returned to the city with a sigh,
Realizing why people passed the garden by;
It made their lives seem so empty, so black,
They ached, they longed to go back.
To the life that was once to be ours.
D.J. Quinn
( 29 / 05 / 1993 )
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