LOVED

On a garden
Where the grass still grows
A freshly new filled grave
And a lavender
To weep its scent
Come spring

And on a nearby day
A child might play
On the daisied grass
Where a love doth lay
With a lavender
To weep its scent
Come spring

And on a nearby eve
In a paling sun
The leaves might fall down
One by one
On a lavender
That will weep its scent
Come spring

And a chair might sit
On the winter days
By a new filled grave
Where a love doth lay
With a lavender
To weep its scent
Come spring

Keller...2009 -2021
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