Garden of dreams

The garden is familiar.
Footprints.
Previously planted footprints
adorn the
luscious
green grass.

Trees reach so tall
she envies the gallantry of their branches.
Birds chirp with a joy so contagious
the apples of her cheeks
lift,
involuntarily,
into a smile.

The sky is so clear it’s blinding.
A breeze creeps softly over her skin.
The sun is seductively warm;
a red dress in a field of yellow
flowers,
brown eyes in the sun,
coconut milk and macadamia.

The garden is familiar.
Only this time,
she needn’t leave.

Author: O.A

Student. A page for my thoughts and opinions. Think self-improvement, think music, think motivation and a bunch of other stuff. Enjoy!

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