Our little paradise is always open
Hidden in plain sight
Hidden away from the public eye
There for the ones who can find it
We don't do marketing.

Set apart from advertising
We're not new to this
Our favourite place hidden away
Thought you knew this
Whispers in vain; all child's play
Pleasant treats and treasured feats

Our little paradise is little
It can accommodate only a few guests
The ones who are willing to stay
For a while without knowing what to expect.

Rainy nights spent in our abode
Clearly disguised in camouflage
Pictures in polaroids; we can only harbour
A few that have hit the pinnacle
Not many get to set sights on our fate.

Daffodils and roses in our gardens
We water the plants with our tears
That's why our flowers are gorgeous
That's why the thorns aren't that big
Our tears birth the most beautiful things.

In our sanctuary your beauty is sanctified
Your cherry I water every night
Not to want butterflies to pollinate
This rose will take its time to deflower
Bees stranded on a volcanic island
ostentatious in this as we exchange words with others

There's no Sunday church in our little paradise
But we have Hozier, and we think that's enough
You can play your favourite records on repeat
But don't go overboard; nothing here is free.

Don't go on a listening spree
Milk, honey and tea
I like my green tea in paradise
Discs distorted but play together in harmony
You start to hear high notes
While nibbling on shrooms

And heaven is close; just around the corner
You lay on your back; such a moaner
If you can't go in, if you're a fallen one like us
What's an empty promise to trust?
You can stay here and recuperate
Then hydrate to set it straight
Drink our water, and eat our food
Sit at our table for the last supper
Our kitchen's open 24/7;
feeding hungry souls.
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Gulian & Juliet
@Gulian2.0 & @JJuliet

'The Rose's and Juliet's thorns'