Garden

Paradise with all
Its beauty and wholesome grace
Inscribed on faces
Which evoke love within hearts
Of those become enamored.

When expelled from space
Holding beauty worth lifetimes
The world is sudden
Cold and bleak without joy, peace,
Life, talk, walk are a prison.

To depths glacieral
Body, heart, mind, soul, all plunge
With little hope, thought.
Paradise might again arise,
In another’s arms, clear eyes.

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Love is an ocean
Carving the shore
Depositing rich gifts
Of beauty, treasure galore.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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