"Come back to the garden
My love" I appeal.
"The storm is passed,
The climate ideal."
"There's beauty still standing
Amidst the debris,
There's sunshine for you,
There's shadow for me".
She stands looking distant
At what I can't know,
Wherever she sees
She's wanting to go.
Each the past with a diff'rent
Complexion adorns;
I see the roses,
She sees the thorns.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the same notion as yesterday's poem.
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Comments2
Sad one J............
Lol, most of mine are!
I'm more jolly in real life 🙂
You've shown us peeks of that!
I guess my "man of constant sorrow" persona slips sometimes 🙂
Good one J, at least you can see the roses and they can lead to beauty.
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