See the bliss of the gardens! <br /> <br />The Flowers are cut, <br />Fragrance have spread, <br />Petals are mellow, <br />Colors still fresh. <br />Come, see the garlands I have made…. <br />and how they turn your room into spring each morning. <br /> <br />Come, see the bliss of the gardens! <br /> <br />A heart is broken, <br />Tossed in dust, <br />Blood still pure, <br />Love yet alive. <br />Come, see the agony you have inflicted…. <br />and how they turn my room into autumn each evening. <br /> <br />See the bliss of the gardens!<br /><br />Silent Fingers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-of-the-gardens/
