We abandoned the garden
And left our rose to wither
Through spring's rain and summer's drought
Its blush fading as the trees flamed
And paper petals crashed down
The sickly-sweet scent of our lost
Innocence permeates the air
A lingering reminder that it was our last winter
In the garden
Next spring, reverie shall grace this sacred place
Thus cleansing our desecration
The brave will plant their roses here
Where I have buried my memories
Of our love
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Black Box
PoesíaInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
