Memories are faded, dreams now forgotten,
Bench made of wood, now moss-covered, rotting,
Garden once blooming is now overgrown,
Roses now thorns, the summer is done,
A once-lovely garden, but love now is gone.
© 030405 Petit Poet
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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