Maroon Gardens (For Destiny the Dreamer) by Alex R. Encomienda

In time this brittle heart will sadly perish,

My writings will be lost and soon forgotten.

With soils of roses growing every springtime,

This garden’s watchful gaze will keep you warm.

Like scarlet letters from a weeping woman,

This chance to come to terms with death is crucial,

And dear, this garden touches every heartbreak,

So weep no more, my humble little dreamer.

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