THE GARDEN OF NIGHT
“There is a garden where our hearts converse”
Theo Dorgan
Shadows collect, filling up the darkness,
The wind whispers a lullaby to the light.
Trembling leaves flutter a shy caress.
Your kisses are flowers that bloom at night.
“There is a garden where our hearts converse”
Theo Dorgan
Shadows collect, filling up the darkness,
The wind whispers a lullaby to the light.
Trembling leaves flutter a shy caress.
Your kisses are flowers that bloom at night.