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Walking in the Garden :

Walking in the garden of dead blooming roses
stepping on the warm freezing grass
as my eye look up with at the icely red moon
as it shines it moon beam at me with it dark lumous glow
my heart , as heavy as a feather of iron
who burn with cold flames
give feeling of remose and make me woe
seeing wingless bird fly ,as i sit down next to the clear dark water
as it refect the loveless love of my life
i cannot do but show some of my weakness
i pick up a pure white flower , holding it in my warm hands,
and hold it next to my living souless body
and closed my eyes , and dream about you