A Garden
Rose
petals
mark the path
where love faded—
withered blooms scattered
and trampled with careless
neglect mar the pleasant place
where once we loved with high passion,
a green bower now grown rank with weeds.
Rose petals mark the path where love faded.
Are there no words to mend this broken dream?
Once trust and love blossomed where we lived
secure in a tended garden
our desires soothed with care
nurtured with affection
and knowing glances.
Are there no words
to mend this
broken
dream?
Published in May / June 2012 Sketchbook: 7-3-42: A Garden
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