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Flower Bed
#TranscendingGrief
On this flower bed, the wind is my witness,
Frozen and cold,
Unable to confine the minute,
Within its meshes of gold,
When everything is told,
I cannot beg for your forgiveness.
There will be no more chances,
Our link gets closer to its end,
The climate compels upon it,
Fireflies and birds descend,
And soon, my love,
We shall have no time for dances.
And I'm not looking for forgiveness,
It's entirely my fault, I admit,
But glad to have sat under,
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too,
For on this flower bed, the wind is my witness.
#FlowerBed
©Lai Montes
On this flower bed, the wind is my witness,
Frozen and cold,
Unable to confine the minute,
Within its meshes of gold,
When everything is told,
I cannot beg for your forgiveness.
There will be no more chances,
Our link gets closer to its end,
The climate compels upon it,
Fireflies and birds descend,
And soon, my love,
We shall have no time for dances.
And I'm not looking for forgiveness,
It's entirely my fault, I admit,
But glad to have sat under,
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too,
For on this flower bed, the wind is my witness.
#FlowerBed
©Lai Montes
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