Deserted Garden
lying on a bench in my favourite corner,
watching the deserted garden,
small trees standing not moving,
surrounded by withered flowers,
they must be unhappy !
cause those days are colder than ever ,
but they are defying the wild weather ,
they usually dance and follow the rhythm
but not any further ..
nothing changes but the rhythm,
it was soothing and cozy
but not any further..
they can't hear it , they can't feel it !
played with bitterness , they can't handle it ..!
the gardner left them in fact ,
it was a thoughtless act ,
how could he tell
that they'll never bloom again ?!
morning comes ,
hopefully the sun rise !
the coldness starts to fade ,
flowers start to grow and bloom again
it's not about failure !!
it's all about how to rise again...
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