The garden in the growing star
I go by historical, glorify a memory, a past light about the children's games lulled tender emotions we alertions night at home looks loving heart.
The blue spruce eve of elk, willow waving his summer freshness and an inevitable rise robin and clutters pie
spring,
then summer
it is a history to grace ennobled garden seasons patience, strength of the soul that hovers southerly wind in the grass full of scents.
Spruces how much I counted you
Flowered roses ...
The autumns have passed and I still think back to that garden with brilliant dancing poles at the crossroads of years, singing to my memory today as a h a vre tranquility blessed forever ...