Frozen roses.
I am in a garden, Of frozen roses. Where the petals hurt, More than the thorns. The dewdrops they shine, Like rare diamonds But they are hard. I cannot quench my thirst. I walk past The barren trees. The branches reach out, To the sky for comfort I tread carefully, Not that I can hurt them. I cry softly,I know it wont move them.
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