I walk through my garden
Of ashes and rust,
Memories, faded,
Like shadows and dust.
This garden of memories
Through which we pass
Sowing new crops,
We hope they will last.
My feet make a rhythm
As I walk upon stone,
Cold and dead objects
Like my soul, alone.
And then, when I finally
Pass on from this hell,
My garden of memories
Will die off as well.
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Welcome to AllPoetry
What descriptive words you have used to bring out the emotions and imagery flawlessly
An excellent poem to read as I find myself relating to this
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~Manda
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welcome to allpoetry
Wonderful images you have put together with this. It makes you feel the emotion behind the words that much more vividly. I can relate to most of your lines personally. Thank you for sharing your words and talent. I hope you continue to do so.
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