A garden unknown, unseen
that lives in my dreams
where hope grows
against the light
against the sun and wind
fuelled by a seed
unknown, unseen
where the nectar
is not devoured
by the bees
but grows to sweetness
unknown, unseen
where gardeners arrive
with sharp tools, then smile
they know the strong plants
will render those sterile
by a hidden strength
unknown, unseen
where visitors throng
admire from afar
they know it in their bones
it is not a playfield, but
a door left ajar for
a vision – unknown, unseen
where the bud knows
it will blossom fully
into a flower
with colors and fragrance
unknown, unseen
Weekend Writing Prompt #139 – Devour
Sunday Writing Prompt “Magical Garden”
Creative Experiments and More 
Reena, this is beautiful! You have outdone yourself with this amazing piece.
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure, Reena!
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Beautiful
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Thank you, VJ!
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Welcome, Reena.
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soil
toil
weave
under
the frozen earth
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Fantastic one Reena 🙂 The unknown and unseen have a big impact on the thought process !!
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Thank you, Nima!
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You are welcome dear 🙂
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This is fantastic, the repetition is very effective. I especially loved that second to last stanza!
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Thank you so much!
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