Nguyen Vu
The Garden
Winds blowing, pushing the surface
of the crystal clear pool,
I went to the renaissance-styled garden,
where the scent of the ocean
and the billowing gray clouds
cloaked the manicured terrain.
The structures of marble, and stone
stand sturdy; the sun raises
the green luscious vines.
The carved angels frolic about
in white, loveliness flaunting. Along the paths
the palms danced--
ethereal beings, lightening the landscape.
Through the storms, subsequent delicacies
will remain.
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