( CYCLE : LOVE TRUE OR NOT TRUE )
A desert garden there is
On island between two rivers
With feral, old fruit trees
With unknown, fragnant flowers
Still growing among the grasses
And there also is home tiny
No shelter, a picturesque ruin
Lovely curtains in small window
A half-destroyed old furniture
For someone this cute place
Once was holy and great
He loved, nurtured them
His half lifetime, nice dream
To island by boat he reached
Or over two bridges far walked
There good friend him visiteed
He sang and banjo him played
Perhaps he had here nice pets
A dog, a cat, a chicken chicks
Now where is he, the extile
Does he his paradise miss ?
Perhaps somewhere it exist
Like that, again he built
The garden far, a world two
The same flowers there bloom
Island Of Love this retreat
Was called by the newcomers
Few of them knew this place
They make wild love there
Deserved garden comes alive
Look of them, huming, smells
And at night the starry sky
Beautifies their love at all
We also to be once here used
A promise love true it was
It wasn’t again a good time
A promise got lost, doesn’t wait
( November 5 2024 )
