midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
they flow like fresh spring water
that you drink.
You drink and you never have enough.
I look for words to lower them into pearls.
Sometimes it's easy
and sometimes they run away from me,
and I have to catch them.
Words are like a fertile garden
full of flowers and fruits.
Sometimes there are weeds in that garden.
They should be carefully picked
and placed in a heart basket,
cleansed of thorns and toxins.
When it's so pure, the word heals
and the wounded hearts drink it thirstily.
When the right hour comes,
my words will flow,
harmonious as a rainbow,
gentle as the whisper of leaves.
Love life
Life takes and life gives,
but love lives in all of us.
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