Garden gone.
My garden wilted in the rain
Only a yellow carnation remains
Its petals are as yellow as a lemon.
In the mud red carnations sink,
Cherries in chocolate
Devoured by the storm.
Upon the ground a forest of stems lays
A silent sea of peridot
Lost leaves litter the land,
Shed like warm tears
Entombed in the mire.
Aspen Duscha is a coffee-loving poet who in addition to gathering books loves to gather words and discover the world around them.
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