Tears In My Garden
I walked along the garden paths
The wind in my face
Calling me the fool
And here I am dreaming, is she near?
Being young, I believed,
That love always triumphs
And now I wander among roses so red
A fool who once believed
I smell the fragrance of blossoms long gone
I feel the wind, saying time to move on
This empty bench, is where I sit
To shed all these lonely tears
In my garden
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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