A Magical Garden
Strolling down the old, grey cobblestone path encircled by soft shade,

Golden plumes enhanced by indigo, & violet hues are seen as daylight fades,

The emerald and clover leaves of willows weep from drooping limbs overhead,

Bubbling, trickling water is audible from the nearby creek bed,

Freesia, lavender, and sweet honeysuckle fragrances hang in the air,

Succulent, juicy, and delicious ripened fruit can be seen everywhere,

Desiring a taste for my self I clutch a shimmering, burgundy plum,

I lose my self in the decadence of the fruits flesh on my tongue,

Suddenly a soft, gentle breeze teases my hair tickling my bare skin,

Then I awaken, now aware, it was just a dream of a magical garden.

For starlight1 Challenge You Pick.

By Marzipan

© 2012 Marzipan (All rights reserved)


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