Garden of Corals

Where corals grow
While fish play hide and seek
A spirit gardener of old
Grabbed my hand.
With the sensual kiss,
The gentle tug,
Opened up the garden of delights.
In the breeze,
Flowers sighed,
Their heavy scents rising to the moon.
O Wilderness,
Listen gracefully,
The sacred fire in my heart
Still roams the paths of white sand
Swept by a caroussel of golden beams,
My own voice drowned
In a choir of loving fish,
Feel the tug, feel the rising kiss,
The longing in my soul
Is my offering.

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