There was a garden,
inside of me,
decorated by flowers,
and green drapery.
It was not static or tranquil or so quietly,
now that from my chest I heard
and listened to the beat of its silent revelry..
One day I could feel,
when one of the flowers grew ill.
When it came the time,
it withered and dried.
So hard my efforts were to keep it alive.
Yet no sign I saw that it would survive..
The pain was tremendous
when I saw it died.
I wished I could consider
that it was a lie.
Lost hope was too enormous
to be casted aside
from a desperate heart
and a desperate mind..
There was a garden
deep inside of me.
There lived many flowers
and they bloomed fervently.
One day, one flower
died and to Neverland, it left me.
However those which were left
kept on telling me me,
'must you not falter,
from a single tragedy.
Hope exists forever,
though you cannot see.'
And as I fortified myself
with its vivid memory.
The flower which has dithered,
illuminated in front of me..
Very inspiring..and lovely interpretation.. Words neatly selected..very good sequence and fine imagery... Truly..a piece of art... I'm gonna add it to my fav list...
Hope exists forever, though you cannot see.' That's how it is when all else is lost, Kite...hope remains. Beautiful write, thank-you for sharing! Caroline
Hope does exist even though it seems you have lost everything..but again seriously you write beautiful
NURTURE THE GARDEN IN YOU AND YOU WILL REAP YTHE BENEFITS SURE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, thanks for sharing 10