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~Winter Garden~
In the crisp night air, brilliant stars glitter the sky
Leaving behind the weights of his heart and mind
He escapes into the dark corner of his garden
Ice crystals form with every breath he exhales
Alone with his thoughts, dreams and mystic visions
He watches Venus bright, as her beacon draws him
Like a lonely ship on a lonely sea
The universe full of stars, only her beauty stands out
In the garden, on the swing, he tips his hat to her
Butterflies have flown south
The roses hibernate
The tulips still sleep
Ever present, a stone angel stands guard
Ever expectant of Spring’s return
His goddess of love always present in his heart
With eyes wide shut, his poetry reclaimed, his passion recaptured
The fragrant notes of lotus flower, sandalwood and rose fill his head
white musk and blond wood float lightly upon his senses
His thoughts of her so deep bring a release
He bows to power of her essence
Winter's solstice now forgotten
Only her warm rays reside within his soul
Spring has arrived in his winter garden
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