Gardens

I’m in the garden I adore,
But I guess it is time to move.
I love the flowers, love the shrubs,
Love the way the sun comes down,
But in the end, the garden does not want me.

I strike out, new garden bound,
Tears adorn my eyes. I had
My love, I gave my support,
But it did not want I.
So now I travel, praying I find my refuge.

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