Sitting still on a hill
not a sound is heard
silence surrounding
Reflections in a stain
glass window
etched in the frosted
facade
your image fades into
yesterday
Roses in the garden wilts
suffering for a drink of
water
the gardener is not present
to attend them
with a tearful eye
they fade into yesterday.
The gardener is not there to attend. They must survive on their own. Beautiful lines in a nice poem. Thank you.
Bold symbols are used here, Gardener- the guardian.. silence surrounding..wrapped with the [past panorama, the sad event.. etched in the frosted facade..old dry wounds are now green, They fade into yesterday. a kind of reverie..conclusion Heather I think the gone years were painful and the fade yesterday includes you .. lovely you are my best poet here on PH
The words touched me like they were written for me. Very beautiful.
A touching tale that is loaded with love and loss. well done my friend!
he gardener is not present to attend them with a tearful eye they fade into yesterday. nice lines they suffer with no kind offer and touch from gardner and die for the want of water
They fade into yesterday.... Yesterday plays a big role on what we are today.. Thanks for sharing
Time lost is never found... Indeed, a short but thought provoking poem. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A melancholic feel is expressed here being very helpless...... the gardener is not present to attend them with a tearful eye they fade into yesterday. .... so intense, felt with a heavy heart