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My Garden was a Wildnerness

My garden was a wilderness
Of weeds that mimicked woes:
And then love came, and at a touch
Each weed became a rose.

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  • October 8
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    soul-touching

    From guest dilrus (contact)
    what a lovely poem! it really brought a smile to my lips.


  • October 8
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    soul-touching

    From guest samia dilrus (contact)


  • April 13
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    aww.

    From guest Bridget (contact)
    such a cute poem. very sweet and just what i was looking for! i needed something like this for my english poetry project...