Okay, the last chapter was not as good as usual, but was it so horrible that you couldn't even honor it with a review? It really doesn't bother me when I don't get that many reviews, but when I know people are reading this story and I get none, it makes me rather upset. I promised I wouldn't embarrass you, but you lost your chance! Miss Piratess! Aerinha! Metaphorical! Why didn't you review? (takes deep, calming breath) All right, I forgive you. But review this time, just for me.
This time, I own everything. Boo-yah.
Fa la la la la la - here it is!
Merzale: Garden
the garden is like a balm on my hurt
the scent of flowers, sunshine and dirt
to watch the sun come shining down
and see welcome rain fall on thirsty grounf
I feel no need to hide here; here I belong
all feels right here; nothing could go wrong
as I watch the flowers push through the dirt
the garden is like balm on my hurt
the garden is like ointment for my pain
one with nature, I dance in the rain
and watch the dark clouds cover the sky
and see them leave again, by and by
I feel no need to disappear; here I blend
I feel the ripped seems begin to mend
as I grow like a flower in the rain
the garden is like ointment for my pain
A happy poem, just to keep you guessing. (sigh) I do love gardens.
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