Garden of Spring

Love in a garden of spring

No rain here
Light
Keats skipping after urns
John chasing notes that have no end
David singing for the children

This is not job
Not money. Not fame

Reputation meaningless
Hate and hurt are banished elsewhere

Here be love in a garden of spring
And those who come here
Feel the beauty
And sing.

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