Our Love Is a Botanical Garden
Our love is botanical garden
where the trees have evanesced
The petals have wilted
The roots are debilitated
as if they were immune to growth
And the soil can barely shelter a seed
This is the landscape of the dead
Hope dies before it can grow
No season will stop this home from dying
What has withered will never return
I long for the time when this was our Eden
A place of peace and harmony
Yet I sit here in everlasting silence
appreciating the greatest dissonance of today
- Our botanical garden
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