My Garden with Its Silence
MY GARDEN with its silence
and the pulses of fragrance that come and go
on the airy undulations,
affects me like sweet music.
Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully
through the bars.
Among my flowers and trees,
Nature takes me into her own hands,
and I breathe freely as the first man.
- Alexander Smith
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