Darkened garden
Wilted blades streak the lawn
of this cold and empty heart.
Death and vice and love's despair
have come to play their part.
They've stripped bare the trees
of gold and colour that used to grow.
Even trees and air can feel the ache,
of the love I used to know.
poem by Mandy Lee
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