Welcome to the Imaginary Garden ...
I caress the worn out fabric
the decorated uniform
and the cap ,
in the old iron chests
resting with mothballs.
I look at the bend
of the road , a footfall
in the twilight years.
Seasons in succession
pass by .
As I walk along the path
lifting the stump of the stick.
Gone are you forever
I lay the red flower
your favourite colour
on your tombstone.
For : Imaginary Garden with real toads
I caress the worn out fabric
the decorated uniform
and the cap ,
in the old iron chests
resting with mothballs.
I look at the bend
of the road , a footfall
in the twilight years.
Seasons in succession
pass by .
As I walk along the path
lifting the stump of the stick.
Gone are you forever
I lay the red flower
your favourite colour
on your tombstone.
For : Imaginary Garden with real toads
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