poetry

The Garden

Our love is like a garden

That should bloom full in Spring

But parasites infect the land

And destroy the seeds within

The sun, in the morning rises,

But the moon, at night, has gone

An external world still laughs and smiles

Yet inside our hearts, we run

They say silence is a healer,

It calms and soothes the soul,

But this silence is the turbulence

Of a love that’s lost control

It echoes in an empty skull

Earth fractured against the bone
A skeletal body left behind

For far away you’ve flown

Our love is like a garden

That should bloom full in Spring

But parasites infect the land;

So your new life can begin
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