The Garden of Hopes

By an ancient model - a good idea,

I also adapted my air garden.

With lots of love and skill

Hopes grow up - dozens.

By heart I sow them, I say good words,

Grow, bloom great!

Bouquets I gather and generously donate

To everyone looking in my eyes honestly.

At times, my garden is deserted,

But even sad, in time,

If the root is alive, it has found strength,

Of the ruins - sprouts a spruce gentle.

I still live happily today,

For boredom there is no time left.

And summer and winter, come to me,

Everybody has new hopes

In my garden.

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