I’ve been in a garden so nice and free A no sorrow garden but sorrow I see
I’ve been in a garden
so nice and free
A no sorrow garden
but sorrow I see
I see it in their eyes
I see it in their soul
Sorrow of might
Sorrow of gold
What I saw in that garden
I’ll never forget
The beauty of freedom
in a dragons nest
I wrote the poem after my first journey to China in 1994.
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