Lost In the Garden

Your awkward memories,
Left my timeless garden empty;
Thus all the flowers of my love for you have wilted.
Only, your last single thought of me is left ,
And it is still floating around in the garden.
I see it is hiding behind the tree of life.
Come and rejoice with me until we return to the Summerland.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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