In the middle of the chaos
Where the world is spinning fast
Lies a garden full of greenness
Through which not many souls have passed
There are trees and there are flowers
There is a small garden shed
There a polished wooden benches
On which for many hours I sat
And so I greet you, Phoenix Gardens
May you live eternally
And all those days I spend in London
Please be there and wait for me
Author notes
I quite seriously ought to be shot for this. It was a noble, but failed attempt to write about a wonderful garden. That's the only reason I'm putting it up here. I am aware that the rythm is terrible and so is the grammar. But if you want to let me knoe hao terrible you think this is, feel free to comment.
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