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on the bank of the garden
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on the bank of the garden |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I remember the way the fall came to life, The grass was cold like the tulips on the banks of the garden. The small children waddled with the back of the wind Slightly nudging them forward. Their small brown shoes tightly laced, knots so small, the pavement gave them credence to walk until their feet grew tired. The neighborhoods innocence Small hands ruffling through the feathers, through the leaves, Through the decadence of a towns so flush with colors, The cemeteries grew older as the days passed. As the leaves continued to fall, Her tears fell below the garden of trees, Below the tears of her son, Where she touched his shoulder, caressed his hair Shedding his tears against the bank of the garden. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Poignant, and with imagery well sufficient for the empathetic reader. |
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