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My Childhood Garden…
The garden is so beautiful.
This is my childhood garden.
Garden full of hopes,
No worries, nothing to cope.
In dreams all fairies around,
No fears, screams no such sounds.
Butterflies played music in the air,
Love and fragrance everywhere.
The sky full of birds and kites,
No boundaries, limits have all rights.
During the night would sleep sound in the bed,
When stories and fairy tales were read.
It is my childhood garden full of blossom,
Would like to spend here rest of my life for years to come…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
Soul Reader 
Good Afternoon,
Since you are such a faithful follower of my spiritually-filled poetry I thought it was time I visit you again. This is such a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing with your WordPress family. Have a great weekend. I am in my second garden on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.
John
Thanks for visiting me, I do follow your blog very interesting. I am from Canada Montreal. Being a Psychologist I can feel every emotion so closely. From a child three year old to an old citizen in the old home… Best wishes…
Thank you for taking time in a response. It is my desire to share my own journey with others in the hope that by doing so, they in turn will find their own way to happiness and peace.
A beautiful thought and a brilliant idea…best wishes.God bless
Thank you so much for rendering such a thoughtful comment. Continued blessings in your journey.
John J. Rigo
Thanks for your motivation, best wishes….