

The GardenThere was a flower, A Rose? I don't know, A Violet? It doesn't show, Colorless but yet so defined, Nevertheless it looked so kind, Shower, downpour or storm, There in that garden I can still find, This scent of endless fear, So lonely and so blind, The wind currents through each ear, And there I gently whisper, Rest in peace my dear, For in this garden, angels will always be here.The Garden
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