There is a flower inside me
And velvet tiny grass.
A stormy tumultuous sea
My valleys overpass.
There is a leafage inside me
Hush-whirled in the wind.
My inner rivers vanish, flee.
My lakes with you are thinned.
There is a garden inside me
With thousand blooming plants.
They sink into my ardent plea
Without senseless rants.
You never saw it. You are blind.
You'll never gaze upon.
There a garden’s never found.
Destroying. And You won.
There is a garden inside me
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