#SymbolicSaga

In a garden where roses weep,
A lone figure walks, lost in sleep.
Through thorns that snag and branches entwine,
Seeking a truth they long to find.

Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Whispers in the breeze start to flow.
Echoes of a tale untold,
Of love that's pure, of hearts grown cold.

A stagnant pond reflects the past,
Memories...