To Garden A Withered Bud Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
To Garden A Withered Bud
To reminisce upon our love of yore,
Is but to ache again, a little more:
I find it hard not to, in summer time,
When a bud unfurls in this heart of mine.
The self-same season of many years,
The self-same bud blossoms with tears;
Perfumes my heart with delicate scent again:
Just by reminiscing upon yesterday...
To garden the neglected bud of yore,
Is but to ache again, a little more;
It lies withered upon the grave of love:
What have we done to our hearts, my love?
Reminiscence upon our love of yore has been touchingly depicted. Let me quote....... To garden the neglected bud of yore, Is but to ache again, a little more; It lies withered upon the grave of love: What have we done to our hearts, my love? ! Beautiful poem amazingly shared.10
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5/6/2024 6:17:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A number of questions lie within unanswered! The memory of a love that once flourished, but now gone cannot be completely wiped out from the heart! When those memories resurface again, they will bring along with them more of sad remembrances than joyful ones! They are like withered seeds which one tries to germinate by watering them with tears! A poignant write!