Stay in where the roses have faded,
Let the soul moan and mourn,
Over the loss of fragrance and cheerful notes,
Let the soul ask the smiling God,
Sitting on his chair,
Like the stubborn autocrat,
What prompted you to blow the autumn winds,
To pale into inexistence,
And annihilate in rage,
The ancient garden of Eden,
Do you again plan to shunt out,
Adam and Eve, now -
Along with their progeny!
Is it for the same eternal sin,
That we came nigh to the forbidden tree.
Mykoul
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