The Garden Of Life

The flower
of my
life
was
wilting.

suddenly
her energy
began
to drain.

the deep
red
color
began
to wane.

Petals
falling
daily.

Calling
upon
my muse
She began
drawing
strength
from our
heavenly
garden.

Once again
she stands
in her
brilliance
a lovely
flower
in the
garden
of life.

poem by Heather Burns
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