Category : Poems

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What a wilderness...
Branches of trees together, 
with peaces of shrubs, 
and in between, 
some coloured flowers. 

No reason, 
crisscrissed.

Unheard! 

Drooping shoots with some broken, 
undergrowth... 
just dangles down,
over the garden gate. 

The garden would be deserted? 
Too late... 

There is still, 
a lot of work, 
to be done. 

Maybe... 
or
The Lady is already gone!