In A Empty Garden

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In a empty garden

Beneath the cold moon

Where wild flowers, creeping

Have mingled their shade

With guilty spirit – to haunt

My melancholy heart

On flowers, before, and mist

And love, with a spell

Here on starry world’s, how lovely

‘ Tis to look so far away

Dreaming the oxygen of memory

With wonder and regret and affection

Darkly my present and my past

With sweet hope fate cast

My very soul thy grandeur gloom

To tenderly kiss me

In a empty garden

Beneath a cold moon

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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