Garden Poems: 4/12
Nature, Garden

After Love

© Keith dobbie

an old man sits in the cold winter sun with long shadows being cast all around and he thinks of his life there

once there grew a garden green for my love
with roses blooming and a turtle dove,
now my love has gone,
and there grows only the thorn

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