Poetry

paradise was a garden

by Mecca_Amirah

paradise was a garden
of comely serpents
and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon.
we were there,
flowers underneath a hook-shaped
moon: larger than life
but tamed to a future
speckled with green hues.
artists, dreamers, the lovers
cup that never seemed wholly
full-it was a simple
life, but for us… it was enough.

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