By AKA Midnight Whispers
Date: 2 March 2001
Solitude
Alone in the garden
The moon replaces the sun
Fairies dance with leaves
As love-lies-bleeding blooms crimson reds
Like tears, drops dew
From the petals to the black earth
The fountain sprays a myst
Across the tigerlilies blossoms
A tender ripple from the stream
Hums in rythym to the night bird's
Evening love song
But the song goes unheard
And the ripples go unseen
And the red that has faded
And the dew reminds her of the tears
Her own cheeks have touched
Alone in the garden
Nature affects her sences
But not her heart
For Charles Cripps. (I hope he still reads this thing.)
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