garden

where are the flowers

that once coloured

our life?

where are the fruits

that once quenched

our thirst?

where are the leaves

that once shaded

our faults?

where is the butterfly

that once fluttered

in my garden?

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26 responses to “garden

  1. I enjoy this. The longing for embodied beauty. I sometimes wonder that it is still all around us. Just that we are either too busy and distracted to notice, or have just fallen asleep to it. Thanks for your work. – Bill

  2. the pleasure that simple things can bring should never vanish..this brought hope that if I still seek and ask I’ll find the answer…thanks for sharing!

  3. Those silent moments of nostalgia and longing.. Your poem totally brings out the feeling.. nice! šŸ˜€

  4. I enjoyed this very much. So much longing.

    Re: my poem you commented on — it could be the musings of a couple, who knows? šŸ˜‰

    Thank you for adding me to your blogroll, I will do the same.

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