Garden

September 20, 2008
By Anna Pustova, Auburn, AL

The words of sorrow uttered by lost mans souls; forever lost thou hast been, forever shall remain
For gleam of suns new rays have looked past thy dying souls demand
For gardens flourish with days new light and perish by cruel mans hand
For into my garden come



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