Till the day before
The birds sang in garden
With melody and gay
Amongst the flora and hay
Having all joyous moments
Sharing with the garden
And creatures within
Today
The same birds are silent
The flowers gone pale
And the hay goes gray
The garden is so sad
Who left the garden today?
The spring or the love behind?
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