The last time I really look,
Rain falls in an emerald garden,
Shadow and light held
In the downpour of life's afternoon.
Keen-eyed words,
Pushed from deep-rooted memory,
Open leaves of love still;
While time puddles
And pain gathers
On a flowered bed.
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Ah...
Lovely, delicate and poignant x
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