Garden Of The DeepA Poem by Neal SWith a poets awkward grin I pull your words within The here And the now I brush the hair from your brow In the wounded shadows we dance Our walls Our weapons Crumble with a glance Love-sick children Abandoned sleep Our souls become one In the garden of the deep
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