The Garden of Summer

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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