There is a place,
Filled with peace of mind,
Under the willow tree,
So gentle yet sublime.
And through the sacred garden,
Into the years to come,
On the carpet of solemnity,
Across the age of time.
With every passing hour,
The tumbling sands arise,
And with them come the time of day,
Able to turn the night.
Like songs in the breeze,
The wind passes by,
Withdrawing bad memories,
Enabling me to fly.
Though I respect your courage friends,
The river calls for us,
I will meet you on the other side,
Waiting until I turn to dust.
I will keep you in my mind,
As memories of young days,
But take care of my garden,
And sweetly nourish it’s haze.

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