Wednesday, February 26, 2020

My Garden

By Fernanda Cabarcos


My garden now lays dry and barren 
The toll of getting used to life
The home of monsters I’ve been facin
What are we without strife? 

My thoughts race , always searching
For just a bit of light 
The wheel of change keeps turning
New soil finely packed.

I sit and look around me
The landscape once lush green
And know that what’s behind me 
Will fertilize the dream.

I look a little closer 
And see a seed has sprout 
A wave of joy takes over
Fear gone no ounce of doubt.




“The vision that was planted in my brain “ By Nate Lewis IG: natelewisvisuals 

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My Garden

By Fernanda Cabarcos My garden   now lays  dry and barren  The toll of getting used to life The home of monsters I’ve been  facin ’ ...