There's no bloom in the garden
There's no bloom
in the garden
There's no petal
to choose, to pluck
There's no charm
for the honey bee
There's no nectar
to cherish, to suck
There's none
to dazzle the eye
or tame the senses
There's no loveliness
to keep, garb our fences
There's no bloom
to find forgiveness
There's no bloom
to romance the misses
There's no bloom
to make a supple heart
or find a fresh start
There's no bloom in the garden...
Love the undercurrent of melancholy throughout this poem, but there's still that small sense of hope. Very nice!!
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