Poem -
The gardener.
The Rose's bleed the day she left, and coloured the avenue's of my heart
For she was the gardener
the mystical dew
with every drop to part
Opening up this rawness
A landscape looking bare
Within my eye's a view of winter, knowing
She's not there.
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Comments
Beautiful words Deano, "coloured the avenues of my heart" painful yet amazing.
Thank you Gerard McGowan :) <3