You cut a twig <br />The leaves wilt <br />And then you say <br />Love is dead <br /> <br />I plant the twig <br />And bury the leaves <br />I dream of flowers <br />I wait for days <br /> <br />A bud springs <br />Then love is alive<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-is-dead-2/
