the garden

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tears came streaming

like river in her cheeks

where it flows and waters

her earthly seeds

with the sunlight's kiss, and a few

of cold night's mist;

it grew a plant or two, and a flower

cries its way to bloom

the imperfect petals, thorns,

and bitter nectars

is not what she wished for

beneath the stars.

the flaws of the off-spring

got her weary

oh, how she wished that

growing-up was that easy.

tears came streaming

like river in her cheeks

where it flows like lava until the

floras can't take the heat

with the embers' haze, and the

smoke's lingering taste,

it incinerates scenery; an outburst

to the fleeting taboos.

welcome to the Paradise, where

a forlorn garden grew.







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