Post by Leon on Jan 1, 2007 14:42:41 GMT
The wind of time blows through thy garden. Flowers unearthed, leaves circle in a whirlwind of confusion. A bird calls and disappears, hurried to escape.
Broken pieces of ones memory, a place once so beautiful lye now in disorder. Unpleasing to the gaze of the delicate eye.
The rain has come and washed away the soil, the soil that holds ones routs to this earth. The garden thou have loved with such tender care, broken through the turbulent winds of time.
Thy memories of a garden that flowered with sunshine and happiness, held close to ones heart will never fade, the love so sweet, flowers of colour kissed by your heart.
Never a need to look far as the beauty held within can bring back the feelings of joy and wonder. This will never leave the heart of one that trusts in the beauty that is held within the garden of your beautiful heart.
By Leon Brown
Broken pieces of ones memory, a place once so beautiful lye now in disorder. Unpleasing to the gaze of the delicate eye.
The rain has come and washed away the soil, the soil that holds ones routs to this earth. The garden thou have loved with such tender care, broken through the turbulent winds of time.
Thy memories of a garden that flowered with sunshine and happiness, held close to ones heart will never fade, the love so sweet, flowers of colour kissed by your heart.
Never a need to look far as the beauty held within can bring back the feelings of joy and wonder. This will never leave the heart of one that trusts in the beauty that is held within the garden of your beautiful heart.
By Leon Brown
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