Soon I'll leave this garden green
so full of life once...
A tear paints as it rolls slowly
never ceasing in its path downward.
All the signs I saw as frost killed
and never once said sorry,
To be so eager to meet wind's bite
and as I turn away,
I know I will not face it again.
1-13-06
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