Garden Days Poem by O. C. Woods
Garden Days
Build up things that will perish soon through easy wind
broken kaleidoscope and road told awful but I'm not blind
green gems on dark lively earth and her litle woodhouse shines
many pictures of different posture sweet Love of ours
Dig and work grow under the early sun of days
effective guitars even sounding inside that small garden our ours
I cannot comprehend the position we're in right this night
can you Star? Can you possess the sublime when it feels right? ? ? ? ....
O.O.W
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03-25-2012
A wonderful poem with the vivid write, a well expressed introspection poetically written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 8:09:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A really great poem, like it, a great write. may i invite you to read my new poem called, A Picture Of Dreams.