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As I walked

through the garden dew

'tween clipped box and shapely yew,

'tween hard hornbeam and

'tween friends

a perfect peace descends


As I walked

from the round green room

past dusky shade and roses' bloom,

past shapely hedge and

past huge urns

the garden quiet returns


As I walked

in the lakeside glory

to the enchanted terrace torri,

to the white rose garden and

to its frogs' cascades

the warm day's delight pervades


As I walked

in front of golden Artaban

its Roman chapel its courtesan,

its white rose guardian and

its yard entrée

a zephyr breath holds sway


And as I walked

the hornbeam alleys

through trees creating silent ballets,

through topiary shapes and

through hedges dense

my love brings joy to every sense


◄ Sub Rosa

Uchtryd's Summer Place ►


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jennifer Malden

Sun 9th Jun 2019 16:36

Again beautiful writing, from the green room, dusky shade and roses bloom. As i am sure you know the word Paradise comes from the old Persian word for a garden. Apologise for the errors but my keyboard is kaput.

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