I came to the garden neglected, abandoned.
Where joyful hours once we had spent.
I came to the garden and all I remembered
The feelings, the touches, the words, which we said.
I easily found the bench in the darkness.
The fragrance of jasmine was filling the air.
In is so nice to enjoy the silence.
Just sit and imagine as if you were there.
As if you were talking, as if we were laughing.
The happiest hours here we had.
Those moments of love so quickly were passing.
The world is asleep not a sound is heard.
Abandoned garden
© Copyright: Владимир Левченко 2, 2011
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