16. Secret Garden

Rain pouring onto this narrow street
In this mid-summer heat-striken day
I push my back against the wall for shelter
-And it moves, and it rotates like a door.

Falling into the other side of the world
Surrounded by a colourful maze of flowers
Fantastic colour, amazing sight
But the way seems guiding me to somewhere

Right turns
Left turns
Straight or circular paths
All leading me towards—the center of the garden.



Seems something nice is hiding underneath…





What is the garden trying to hide?
It’s a secret.

by Eugene Issaus

Comments (1)

Hi This poem reminds me so much of the movie The Secret Garden. I loved that movie.Seems like your just starting something great. The description is good. I like what your saying.