Urban Oasis

There’s no place like your embrace,
from over the horizon I can still feel it.
The party at yours was a sojourn into heaven,
a riot of wonder as tranquil as a womb.

Amongst flowers as memorable
as the collective gaze of a Goddess choir,
the outside world was forgotten.
After being bathed in your aura,
the crystal dragon flies dangling from the fan
and the granite goblin foraging in the compost
were more enchanting
than any sculpture garden Europe can boast.

The party at yours was a sojourn into heaven,
a riot of wonder as tranquil as a womb.
There’s no place like your embrace,
from over the horizon I can still feel it.

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