The day was bad,
Painted in red and black...
I thought that was all I will see
Until...
Until I met a gardener
Who tends the flower in his garden
And call them his little children.
©Okunola Peace.
poetry
I MET A GARDENER
The day was bad,
Painted in red and black...
I thought that was all I will see
Until...
Until I met a gardener
Who tends the flower in his garden
And call them his little children.
©Okunola Peace.
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