The Garden

And in my dream- I am in a garden, with many winding paths and flowers bright; in the shadow of leaves a bird takes flight, my dress is pink and my lips are crimson; and my heart and soul are ever broken. Sweet is the flutter of rainbow butterflies, so pretty the purple asters and red roses; a sweet, lazy yellow pansy quietly dozes, through a green canopy are blue skies; oh, I've sent my love letters with no replies. The roaring and splashing of a waterfall, a dripping that never ever stops; I sink to a stone with falling teardrops, a letter in my hand does a slow fall; we regret to . . . I feel empty and small. _______________________ January 20, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/The Garden Copyright Protected, ID 18-9837-90-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.