Sonnet #1
To look upon a love that’s lost,
Is to gaze upon a forgotten garden,
A gnarled heart grown old with moss,
Where flowers wilt and fruit lies rotten.
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To crawl along its crooked path,
Its flagstones flake beneath my fingers,
Tangled thorns cut my bones and skin,
Only memories like scattered seeds still linger.
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But to sit behind its broken walls,
Or to wander through its lonely trees,
To lie beneath those muddy skies,
Is to know what love once was, at least.