Secret Garden

There is
always a
place where
a soul
shall rest.

And you never
have to find it

Or ask

It is the garden
that comes
to you

It is the secret
that opens
itself

When you are
ripe for
it

When the hands of
the clock
finally
touch it

And you shall
smile
and change
into such lightness
to flight

And just like them
You shall never
Think about us again

Or even
Coming back
To our chaos.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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