Your garden is full
Your fruits look sweet
Your flowers look innocent
Your grass is a dreamy green.
Your apples fall
One after one
Laying on the soft delicate grass
A green and red romance.
Your roses are red
Their petals wear velvet
Its thorns are soft needles
Sewn into the stem wearing wet.
Yet your garden I leave isolate;
Good in your garden dislocates.
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