Take a plunge deep into Eden, where there’s
Embedded leaves and growing weeds,
Cascading trees, enveloped by bees
Where monks pray on their knees.
Streams of youth have seemed to
Bring the current from a serene lake.
Tethering in a ray of sunshine, forging misplaced happiness
for my sake. This is Eden, the Garden of Eden.
Floating down a river,
Growing shivers,
From the moonlit skies,
And I suppose I’ll die in Eden,
From the beauty of my glaring eyes,
Matrimony,
Yes, I take this dying time to think of you.
Agony is fortunate, for all I do is
I look forward to the Garden Of Eden.
Earthly Bella, I suppose I’ve grown a muck dreaming of you.
The Sun now shines and, in your presence,
Only rays penetrate through,
And brings me down to a golden plate
Baring the fruit of all our Gods.
But Eden is the only place I dream of.
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