When the wind <br />Sings a lonely song, <br />There is tear-mist <br />In the air. <br /> <br />The cold autumn <br />Is exhausting, <br />The fallen leaves sigh <br />In the windswept park. <br /> <br />I drink wine <br />Before going to sleep; <br />But even in dreams, <br />I have forgotten how to smile. <br /> <br />When I enter the grave, <br />Will anyone recall <br />Walking with me <br />In a garden of flowers?<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-of-flowers/
