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Aneta G
My secret garden
It was a dream
Just spirit of a dream
Like something faraway.   Like piece of childhood
Like field of poppiesor smell of basillike
something frail
it was a dream
I won the game 
I lost myself.
I was alone and sad and lost   And so successful at the people eyes.
And may be rich, and
may be promising and
even warm
But it was simple
      I was dead.
Why? I asked then myself.
And I changed      For the wrong
     right way     one  in the
                   people eyes.




At first I found
          ruins   but behind
I found love.   And I found song.
I found my soul alive.
And my dreamed garden
                I invent
Plant by plant   and seed by seed
There is place for end but not:
This is not the end
It just the start

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