Gardens of Babylon |
Before you blossoms the trees,Where the honeysuckle grows;Beside you dance the water-lilies,Upon the gentle stream flows;Around you the fountain springs,Play like an emerald harp;Their lullabies surround you,Offering pearls of love from the heart.Above you the petals of tropical buds,Fall incandescently in the breeze;Below you shine upon the tips of the grass,The dew of summer’s dreams;To you comes the harmony of nature,The spirit of spring is calling;From you emotions are expressed in your eyes,Upon the petals, your soul is blooming.With you is the blissOf the secret world’s melody; Inside you is the golden keyTo enter this garden and within yourself;Be free.Return back to poems main page >
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