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A Tombstone In The GardenFriendships 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. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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