The Garden.
In the garden you will find
Every sort of flowers,
Tulips, roses and their kind
And the lake’s light when it glitters.
Eyes in the blue after sunset
When lonely people make their dreams,
When crazy poets reach the perfect,
When joy and omen make a team.
The stars seem to be crying,
Their shine is now a gun,
Their smile seems to be gone
Thank the people who we’re lying.
They promised to stars
Make real what was written,
To get more than it was given
And forced the truth to be shown.
In the garden there is no why,
Everyone loves each other;
Because living in a lie
Is what no one seems to bother.
Ronald Juan Diego Guido
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