Garden of the deceasedA Poem by KeeDThe rain poured today The sun starts to mourn As I placed my wife into a field of stone
The flowers don't know My tears help them grow will they ever bloom once more?
Time runs thin and will eventually win when my heart gives in They dig a hole nice and deep Here my body they shall keep Awaiting eternal sleep
My cycle of life has come to end I miss my wife, my one true friend Into your arms, I shall ascend from the garden of the deceased © 2017 KeeDAuthor's NoteReviews
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15 Reviews Added on February 7, 2014 Last Updated on September 28, 2017 AuthorKeeDMumbai, India, IndiaAboutHey I'm Kee, I'm 32 and work as a journalist in Mumbai, India. I dabble in writing poetry and do it purely to pump out the creative juices in my being. Thank you for stopping by, live, laugh and love .. more..Writing
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