I walk slowly through the cold night, Watching my breath as I stride ahead. I am following a glimmering, shimmering light That has already put so many to bed. At the garden I arrive, alone and cold, But looking forward to that which I would find. I look at the flowers, and feeling quite bold I wonder, "Which one is mine?" I kneel beside a beautiful rose And a smile comes across my face. I raise the flower to my nose, I think I have finally found my place. But as I look to my hands again the rose is gone, And I awake with nothing at the break of dawn.
Reason for writing:
Loss is a big part of my life, so this was quite appropriate. E-mail
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