Poetry

Wednesday, 17 July 2024

Summer garden

 Another rose blooms in the garden

Another rose in the blue skies

And down the road the truth is hard

On the prisoners behind their bars


The truth is in the dark

It opens up the clockwork

Of the grandfather clock

Over the stile, over the hill again

And again


He walks, as the sun rises

In the summer skies

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