See the bliss of the gardens!
The Flowers are cut,
Fragrance have spread,
Petals are mellow,
Colors still fresh.
Come, see the garlands I have made….
and how they turn your room into spring each morning.
Come, see the bliss of the gardens!
A heart is broken,
Tossed in dust,
Blood still pure,
Love yet alive.
Come, see the agony you have inflicted….
and how they turn my room into autumn each evening.
See the bliss of the gardens!
Silent Fingers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-of-the-gardens/
