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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