
A secret garden
Bars of iron close the way
Forbidding entry
*
The gate stands open
Its locks long-since unshackled
No-one notices
*
So long defended
Only loneliness blossoms
In the unseen heart
*


A secret garden
Bars of iron close the way
Forbidding entry
*
The gate stands open
Its locks long-since unshackled
No-one notices
*
So long defended
Only loneliness blossoms
In the unseen heart
*

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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks for sharing, Michael 🙂
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Sue Vincent’s latest #midnighthaiku!
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Thanks, Frank.
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I’d’ve been in there in an instant … after carefully checking that no-one was around. 🙂
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Now why does that not surprise me 😉
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Heh, heh, me either. On a serious note though, this thing of absent ownership (of the land) gets my dander up sometimes.
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That is one of the reasons why this place felt so good, I think. Its people have never really left for the last few hundred years.
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I love gates, photographing them and writing about them.
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These were particularly intriguing.
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