We
Have been growing a Garden
That no longer fulfills its purposes
We
Have been watering flowers
That can no longer flourish
We
Anticipated the arrival of Spring
But it's Winter all year long
We can no longer bloom
And water these dead flowers
May they grow
From the pain of our tears
When they finally reach the petals
We no longer care for the same Garden

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Layers [Poetry]
PoesíaA collection of poems I write along the years (Still updating).