Garden
Raindrops fall,
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
Watering my dying garden,
Trying to restore it's beauty,
Restore life and jubliance,
Drippppp
Drop
Drippppp
Drop
The rain starts to pour,
The flowers start to bloom
The beauty begans to reform
The roses open,
Leaving a feeling of beauty,
The morning glories
Blue and mysterious
This garden
Is a constant memory of how
Life can spring up
From something presumed dead.
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