Hidden behind the secret garden,
you come back to this place,
time and again,
to drift in the clear blue skies,
and white puffy clouds,
in the sweet scent of white flowers,
their name…
you can never quite remember,
as you lean on the fence,
of your memory lane,
but you come back,
always come back to this place.
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I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
May 20, 2014 at 8:41 pm
This piece reminds me of childhood–a time of carefree days and lots of imagination!
May 20, 2014 at 8:42 pm
Yes, that was partly on my mind when I wrote this piece 🙂 Thank you for stopping by!
May 20, 2014 at 8:45 pm
Gorgeous writing! Probably my fave of the day. x – Jen 🙂
May 20, 2014 at 8:47 pm
aww Thank you so much Jen : )
May 20, 2014 at 9:50 pm
This is so gorgerous and soothing and peaceful! I just love your poetry Neha, I have to say it again and again, I love and admire your poetry so much! 🙂
May 20, 2014 at 10:09 pm
aww thank you so much dear Line 🙂 Your words makes my heart happy ❤ The admiration is mutual 🙂
May 20, 2014 at 10:14 pm
Wow–this stirs me deeply.
May 20, 2014 at 10:15 pm
Thank you always for your thoughtful words 🙂
May 21, 2014 at 7:35 pm
This is so dreamy!
May 21, 2014 at 7:48 pm
Thank you so much!