the morning was bright
the breeze was cool and gentle
many would say it was a beautiful day
a fountain was in the corner
the sound of gushing water was relaxing
the sight and sound were captivating
I sat at the table
tea was served promptly
warm with biscuits
but I, I was grieving
filled with so much sadness
and then, I cried in her garden
Feb 1 2009
najmi
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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