INDOlink
Poetry

Dear Gardener



 My restless eyes search the path
That leads to your garden
I ask none
I dare not rest
Through crowds and ruins
I move all alone
Gathering starlight by the armfuls
Time moves with me
Dear gardener
Sing for me
And play your happy flute
My heart can hear your call


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