Garden of Life

by Yazdan   May 28, 2007


This garden is my life
Filled with wretched friends
Filled with weeds who kill my joy
And would love to see my end

You are the lone flower
In my garden of weeds
Free of imperfections
Free of horrid greed

Perfection thy name
Is that of that flower
Thats why I'll love it
Hour after hour

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dying Beautifully

    I like this one it's different it's shorter than the others but still very very good.

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