Flowers dancing in the air then bloom,
Under the sun in many colors in June
Arrange by diff'rent flowers type
Red, yellow, even blue in stripe.
Humming bees breath, laid and stroll,
Flower to flower, from big to small;
But little did you know about 'tis garden?
Made from the passion in love is given.
Of a lonely broken heart isn't healed,
Vulnerable to love without a shield
Too peaceful and gay this garden should;
The grandness due when winter stood.
Likeness to love it does change
Hurt inside been locked the cage.
The flowers growth at freshness start
Deformed in second space, do time depart.
In silken petals dried the angelic touch
Couldn't broke the chain on garden attach,
Garden of flowers among one is rare
A bloody red with thorns she bare.
The gardener picked and named her rose,
So humble but dangerous a reason they're close
While she picked her hand in bleed
Same of the heart who throb but dead.
Dee day, No other flower implant at the garden
All in a row of rose in place are even
Fiery red thus true love pair
Every thing change, she now old at the garden she care;
Yet can't unleash the love in her garden air.
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