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They planted a garden together,
A product of their tears and aching bones,
Showered it with their love and ardor,
It shone like the stars above — glittering,
That so many envied what they had,
It so happens that they died too,
Buried by their lamenting children,
Beneath the very garden that they planted.
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"Do it together, transform your aching pain to love and till death do you apart..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
