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The Death Of Our Poetry Garden

Poetry By: Honeysuckle1310

The Poetry Factor Competition II

Finally, she knows who is the man of her life. When she lost him, she realizes how much she loves him. But is is too late...too late!

Submitted:Nov 8, 2011    Reads: 97    Comments: 22    Likes: 9   

The Death Of Our Poetry Garden

Roaming my youth with another man

Then now I come back in the dusk

Slowly open the sombrous door of our love garden

Only falling leaves on the ground

Where are you now? I call your name in silence.

No guitar sound…no perfume of honeysuckle …no bird singing

I fall on my knees…weep hopelessly

R.I.P…that cold stone marked your name

"Gone with lust

Chased with vanity dream

You left my soul die alone here

Our love was buried under this old tree

Together with the death of poetry world".


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