Secret Gardens
….secret gardens in secret souls
roses clung and clasp
on brick walls,
clasp into deep motives
(Mideval I guess)
someone is hugging a dark shadow
light falls rainly downward
and season´s cup filled
to the brim
I silently step on this heavenly green grass
I have become someone, perhaps finally I am me
And I am here waiting for the Knight´s meeting
I have my sword, I own my dagger,
and the pen is always the best weapon
You expected us to be more polite
But I cannot give you more than this,
whatever is closest to intimate culture
and back in the shadows, deeply hidden
I still count every hour till your arrival
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