Garden of Lullabies

March 13, 2012
By , Gonzales, LA
Diamond drops of icy dew
Blanket the precious ivy.
Tiny crickets chirp to the moon
There songs; remain as lively

The sun is shone, and shines so bright,
dancing off the golden roses.
There, stands sculptures of aphrodite,
Oh how the poppies adore her poses.

Somewhere off in the distance,
A fluttering butterfly flies.
It might just lead you to the brilliance
of the Garden of Lullabies.

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