Garden Poem by joebert ( ogcimer ) penalba

Trees are dancing in the tune of air
Birds and butterflies are everywhere
Flying upon the flowers of love that grows
Under the moonbeam where perfection glow
A breath taking view like paradise
Iota of big mistakes and lies

The flowers of love that blooms with hate
Bleeding petals scattered and dilate
Wounded heart that clings on painful thorn
Never letting go to what love sworn
Bitter as a nectar with a fragrant smell
Sweet as memories with an anguish to feel

Steady tree with loneliness to bear
Broken branches with no one to care
Glossy pigment of hope is gone
Weary leaves are falling one by one
Down to the meadow of emotions
Dying with undertaken passion

Caught within the parallel horizon
Of transcending darkness and confusion
Let the fog wraps this garden soft and gently
And let the birds sing a grieving melody
For cold wind is blowing with a sad lament
This lovely garden, of unbearable torment