Sitting beside the last flower,
the gardener wept,
and wept,
watering the red with tears.
The hope seemed lost,
lost in the blizzards of despair,
gone with the sad winds.
He wept and wept.
But one fine morning,
his love, the last flower,
came back to life,
sparkling like the lady in red.
It made him smile.
It gave him hope,
that the clouds will bless,
the spring will break,
and his valley will rejoice,
and it will be green.
He smiled at the rose,
grateful for the hope it gave,
and the love prevailed.
The good times came,
like never before.
How green is my valley !
said the proud gardener,
like never before !
3 comments:
lovely II!
p.s-the word verification will render me blind!!
awsome written. btw who is this gardener
another observation- i like the fact that the sequel to ur poem has a positive ending... wish life was also like that tho!wud be wonderful then...
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