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Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence

My Garden Gate

GateScene

Come poorly souls
With minds distressed
Come to my garden
To convalesce

My garden gate
Is open to you
To find some peace
Which is over due

Come rest a while
On my garden seat
So close your eyes
And feel the heat

You can feel the
Sun honing down
To bless your face
So do not drown

See the colours
A brighter day
Floating butterflies
Are on display

The bold beginning
Blossoms unfold
An artist’s palette
All to behold

The birds do sing
Soothing and clear
Choraling for you
Tame and near

Come find solace
From troubled state
Leave the problems
At the garden gate

Photograph and Words by Medicinalmeadows