The wind whispered
as we moved to
The Garden of love.
The bees entangled us
and the honey showered.
We talked of
flowers,of butterflies,and of fairy queen.
In her eyes,I could
see Love, Peace and Humanity.
The river flowed beside us
Streaming the Water of life.
She smiled at once
and flowers of doom fell
upon me.
Those days are gone
my dear Friend
Those days are gone,
now you are- Old,Bold and
Sold to this World.
You are brave,like a snake
Cunning like a fox.
And
changing like a Chameleon.
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