Garden Of Roses

My garden of roses is dead
All the most beautiful flowers have wilted
And now the winter is here

My garden of roses is dead
Like my love and my nurturing was nothing
And now the winter is here

My garden of roses is dead
Nothing but dust in the wind is left
And now the winter is here

My garden of roses is dead
Everything's gone and I feel so empty
And now the winter is here

poem by Triin Kann
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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