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I would sit for hours in your garden

overflowing with color and aroma
aroused in the utter beauty of its presence

I loved how your garden
flowed with exotic flowers

a living painting shaped by a master

the tang of fresh earth
was so invigorating
I felt planted into its magnificence

at times your smile
would blossom like a flower
so vivid with color
the entire garden
would blush with envy

at times your voice would fill the air
like a mysterious sense of perfume and spice

in these moments paradise revealed itself
even for a fleeting moment

listening to your hidden sighs
I would try to let you know
that you shouldn’t weep

but you said the tears falling to the ground
kept your garden growing

I knew my words were like distant breezes
upon a worn and tired soul
and so I would listen to your heartache
and try to get you to smile in-between the sobs

now when I sit in your garden
the flowers are gone

all the branches are bare

yet I can still feel the wonder
you planted in my heart

as well as the heartache you embraced
inside polar winds

so long ago
and so far away