A Tombstone In The Garden
Friendships thrive in the colorful garden
of my world,
each delicate flower lovingly nurtured
and tended by me,
some gleefully existing since childhood.
The beauty and quaint charm
of my flowers, has raised my spirit,
each offering a different energy
and unique dimension throughout my life.
The glorious space of honor
that you once occupied
is now a tombstone, banished to the far corner,
obscured by the shadows
of weeping willows,
a vague reminder, in my distant memory,
of what you once meant to me.
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