Walk with me
through a garden of graves
a forgotten garden
where nobody prays
avenues of souls
and anchors of love
witnessing angels
without faith from above
where guardians
of the underworld
patrol and protect
and vines of history
remind us to forget
infants who entered
with breathless defeat
and adults who tiptoed
a life of retreat
structures of class
still dominate
the past
while decrepit stones
and broken bones
are packed in the valley
like quarry stones
wildflowers sway
in the whispering breeze
rain clouds gather
above wrinkled trees
gothic arches
and filigree motifs
stained with smoke
and tears of grief
rust and dust
moss and decay
a forgotten garden
is nature’s way
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