Ann Margaret Fleming - Empty Garden

Grey is the color
of what was once green
Fading to dust
I stand on the outside
Empty staring
The colors of flowers
Once vibrant
and new
Are decayed and falling
Quickly they dissapear
And wrapped
in the vines
all covered in thorns
is my blackened
heart

Ann Margaret Fleming

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