Closing statement: Garden of Eden

In a little castle

far way

among the mountains and the blue clouds

a little boy lies entrapped;

circling with fear and imaginations

gripped with the pages of novels.


Little boy cries at night

when the clock tower strikes twelve

Cold wind rushing in

whistling to the woods unknown

Unseen air creeps

into my blanket

Shadows haunt the plastered doors.


Blood spilling into white tiles

showers washing away the sin

Laughter recedes like a silent smile

A noise lead us to the garden far


Up above

the world so high

like a diamond in the sky,


Where the winds grow colder day and night

A garden festers in my mind.






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