Come to my garden

Come to my garden.
The one where the roses open in the silence of the night.
The one where my secret sorrows gently wash away the dust from the path,
so that your feet may step onto it.
The garden where tears also water the roses
– the ones that open in the silence of the night.
Come.
You will feel your sorrows leave you,
just like the dust on the path.
Come.
I await.
Right here,
near the roses that open in the silence of the night.

Kenza.

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