In my garden different kinds of woes, a fountain full of tears, grief spreads around the ground and a big tree bears mope and sob in every single branch.
All of them have grown in part of my life's land, Since I felt you and try to touch you by my hand.
every day I suffer alone, guessing! Who I have known, Friends, enemies, or you who ignored me! Don't know you everything I own.
You don't know that you are my world. You don't know that you are everything I hold. You don't know that you are my language word.
Every night searching in my wrecks looking for something I go through, I didn't find anything except my garden in which everything is burden.
In my garden what a feeling when I walk between woes, remembering everything I lose, smelling every grief rose.
Tiredly I lay my back into a tree's torso then looking up to find my mope and sob hanged in every branch like ghosts.
I weep and weep and weep, running away to the small fountain, can't stop them such cascades poured down from eyes till full it with my tears.
A prayer exists from my strangled heart. To the one who all wish to get a part, a part of consoling, mercy, forgiveness and perpetual happiness.
I release a breath! take it deep and deep, blowing everything away. Assembling my wrecks, throwing every little pain. Looking for a better day.
That’s me full of life's aches such my best friend, my garden in which I live to meet my end.
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