The Girl In the Garden
Time goes by
for the beautiful girl
dreaming of a better world.
She loves to sit in the garden
she is not the reason why the teardrops started.
She picks flowers for hours
thinking of her troubled past
that went by so fast.
To love,
she is still a dove
that can't fly
that is why she cries.
The garden is where she likes to go
when she is low.
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