The ground sets icy cold,
no love lies here.
No life parts solid earth
in green profusion,
only shattered dreams
in oaken shell.
Stood against an empty sky,
her silhouette of grief,
stark against the
tranquil blue.
His voice now silent
speaks of love at peace
and taunts her
with its truth.
Alone,
all joy is gone,
along with hope. . .
and the missing flowers.
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