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-Daily Poetry #11, February 8, 2017- Word: Garden In the middle of a garden, where there is silence, The only sound being the patter of endless rain. Having left the real world and grown weary of defiance, I try to call out to you, but my voice will simply strain. In the middle of a garden, where sadly, the flowers die, I am all alone, I am the only living thing in this place. Allowing the tears to pour, all I can do is cry, And hope that one day, something else will fill the empty space. In the middle of a garden, I shiver as the rain continues to pour, Soaking everything as I try to be happy, but I fail. But to be honest, I don't know what I'm sad for, So I am simply telling a fake tale. In the middle of a garden, I finally feel warmth as you hold me, And an umbrella is held above our heads as you smile so sweetly. “One day, I'll bring the sun to you.” Now, I see, That even in this place, true love can be