Wither

The little garden you grew 

When you fell in love 

With the scent of flowers 

Has grown into a forest

After you left

Maybe

Forgetting to water it

Was better than 

Chopping of its beauties 

So you could carry them 

And keep them for yourself 

Free writing 

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