Life is a Savage Garden

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Greetings to all the beautiful people around! Here are tales of a garden that just happens to be! Presenting the Chronicles of the South, where the stars and the moon dance their way through the Southern Hemisphere. And lines that may come to rhyme to be a poem...

It was me


Thinking it was me,
I looked upon the sky,
All this blue light,
Living and growing beyond horizons,
I thought it was me,
Words spoken and lies denied,
I thought they were for me,
Hearing the songs of heavens,
Watching the lights,
I truly thought they were me,
This voice heard so often,
I almost thought I was the one singing,
Those chosen tunes,
I almost thought they played for me,
That yellow flower hanging above all,
Despite a rain, I thought mine,
Flower washed in desperate joy,
Pride shaking till the brink,
I saw myself.

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