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A Portrait

The gate is padlocked – the key lies in the palm of your hand.
You reach out, the keys finds home and you hear
The click of the cold steel at the tumblers unlock.
You walk through the opening of the cold steel gate.

Through the coldness of the winters day
You feel a warmth on you skin, like a ray of sunshine
Welcoming you in, inviting you to go further
To visit the house on the hill.

As you open the door you feel you belong,
Like it is your haven, your place of refuge.
The garden is tendered by loving hands,
The river running through it with crystal clear water

All beckoning you further to the garden of peace
Trees are plentiful – on the horizon a forest
Birds all twittering and welcoming you in
Begging you to share the beauty within.

In a corner of the garden a table is spread
Fine food fit for a Queen,
A glass of red wine and really good book.
It is titled – ‘Memoirs of Mine’

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