I feel warm of your arms,
That laying on my shoulders,
I hear your tender whisper,
It takes me back in time...
Before the flames burned
The garden of my soul
And ash was gone
With the wind...
I can still feel the sweetness
Of your kiss on my lips,
I see the gleam in your eyes,
I hear your heart beat.
But how can I answer you,
If my soul is ashes?
What can I do to re-grow
The garden of my soul?
I'm digging up the land
Of memories by us.
On the thread of time -
Pearls of happy days.
I cry out to the heavens
And pray that the wind
Brought the seed of love
And the garden of my soul
Grew again!
Ashes the Garden of My Soul
© Copyright: Алёна Жилкина, 2019
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