Conquered garden arent I...

...conquered garden , arent I
as life unfolded in the past
we collected those blossoms
of different hues and scents
we cried a lot
as we were lying in the moss
smelled forest
all those thorns that he put in the trees to get us hurt
and get us trapped for the lifetime
to keep us stranded everywhere
the thicket that he lured in our journeys
for us to remember
that he was the Creator
the proud owner

it reminds me of all books I have read listing the pages with dirty fingers
never to be forgiven and never to forgive

I grew fond of and fancy the manner of the unwanted..
We collected lillies and sludges...mourning flowers...