The Garden Of The Dead.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Garden Of The Dead....
he got sick
and so are his flowers
wilting
he got sick
and there is no one to
water the flower garden
anymore
you shall know how
this happens
he is the sun
the center of your universe
and when he closed off
his light
the total darkness comes
you are the moon
who thrives on borrowed light
you are the flower
and he is the rain
the garden
of the dead....
Monday, December 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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