Our souls remember garden.
The connection, the beauty, days when it was all good.
And our souls remember when we had to leave,
after everything went wrong.
Little child hides after doing something wrong.
And every time we depart from someone we love,
it feels like small death.
Our souls remember Eden.
And when we face beauty, connection,
goodness greater than frequent,...
it all says that there is something,
something we were made for.
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