In the garden of delight
Both day and night
The flower’s perfume
Enters the lover’s room.
Blouses are lost.
The mushroom
Rises. The frost
Will chill
The flower and mushroom,
Oh, so soon.
In The Garden of Delight
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In the garden of delight
Both day and night
The flower’s perfume
Enters the lover’s room.
Blouses are lost.
The mushroom
Rises. The frost
Will chill
The flower and mushroom,
Oh, so soon.
An enclosed garden.
Cloudless skies.
Roses entwine on ancient walls.
Lovers entangle on new mown hay.
“No entry” the sign reads.
I pass on by.