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🔺 "Windows to the Garden"
The House looks out onto the Garden -
Where my Mother awaits me,
Where the Wind swayed me
In the night, in the cradle.
The House overlooks the Garden
As it firmly sweeps away
Fallen Golden leaves,
Like a blizzard of blue.
I shall return Here,
Perhaps too late,
But the southern wind at night
Brought with it the fragrance of apples.
The House faces the Garden,
And I simply had a Dream of You
In that rural setting,
Now fallen into decay.
All has fallen into disrepair -
The House, the Garden,
Love and Grief,
The Garden gate,
And the fence in darkness.
The house faces the garden;
Have those sounds truly faded?
Those sounds which were so
They wounded my soul.
The House faces the Garden -
Where my Mother is awaiting me,
Where you rocked mine
In the night in the cradle.
The house facing the garden
As it decisively sweeps away
Fallen Gold leaves.
A Winter of Azure.
🔺 "Windows to the Garden"
Imagine a cozy house surrounded by warm childhood memories. It seems to be sheltered from the hustle and bustle of the outside world and the problems of adult life, allowing its inhabitants to enjoy peace and quiet. The windows of this house overlook a green garden where apple trees, cherries, pears and many other trees grow. Windows into the future, full of hope and desire for self-realization under the carefree singing of birds. Not just a house, but a small miracle that gives warmth and comfort to its inhabitants. The brightness of childhood, the freshness of youth, the energy of youth, peace, experience and peace of maturity.
Brightness, Freshness, Energy, Experience and Peace.
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