I thought I’d run away, and get lost.
And then I realised that I already was.
I realised that everything that I called mine,
Were nothing but footprints on the sands of time.
Then came a time when nothing could make me bloom,
For winter had invaded my garden.
But the season passed by, like they always do;
And arrived summer, in its full glory, yet again.
The sun shone brightly in the sky, and at me.
I welcomed it standing at my door.
But the rays of the sun, with the summer breeze,
Like an unsolicited guest, refused to leave.
I did not try to drive it away,
Neither did I stand in its way.
And it penetrated into every inch of my garden,
Planting in my solitude, the flowers of joy.
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