Desire's many, but are they fruitful?
Will they birth happiness sought and claimed?
Or shall they wither upon another summer's sunset?
Like flowers hydrated with hope to bloom in season
Some shall perish as others grow, anticipation nurtured by love
It is here the garden of agony and ecstasy is tended to
Where dreams dissipate at dawn, the foggy mist melting to mourning and morning
Another day to remove what perished as room for a new dream is made available
Here destiny becomes what you sow and sowed
Weeding out desires that choked life
To begin seeding anew
In your mind wanting so much, the harvest yielding little to show for
Yet the garden still births something to look forward to
Something where once was nothing, something beautiful
Don your apron again for the garden needs tending
As today shall bring life into eyes
Seeing things in a different light
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