In a garden of rose
Stands my peach tree,
Always biting on it's juicy fruit
With nothing less of glee.
On a journey filled with loss
How I long for my peaches
In my garden of rose
Now infested with bees
And wild burly wasp
With stings so hurtful
Still, leaving much to grasp
How can it be so sweet and so painful
All at once.
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