In Every Garden Of Delight

IN EVERY GARDEN OF DELIGHT

In every garden of delight
There is a hidden world of fright
In every line of poetry
Another stanza lies unseen.

Surfaces define our mind
For the zealous saints half- blind
Under earth and far away
A different music always plays-

We as fools to ourselves
Do not know our inner wealth
The mirror mars the color we are
Dust of rainbow- secret stars-

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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