Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
We planted seeds and flowers rose from the earth.
Do you remember our garden,
where the birds once sang
and sunlight painted everything gold?
Do you remember what happened to our garden?
What became of our flowers,
our seeds, the birds, the sun?
Perhaps they began to rot after you colored the soil red.
When you stepped over our flowers
and broke the wings of the birds.
I want you to weep for the blood you spilled.
I want you to mourn our garden
and the roots you burned.
I want you to look at the ashes
and let them remind you of the life
you chose to bury.
Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
- I still do.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
We planted seeds and flowers rose from the earth.
Do you remember our garden,
where the birds once sang
and sunlight painted everything gold?
Do you remember what happened to our garden?
What became of our flowers,
our seeds, the birds, the sun?
Perhaps they began to rot after you colored the soil red.
When you stepped over our flowers
and broke the wings of the birds.
I want you to weep for the blood you spilled.
I want you to mourn our garden
and the roots you burned.
I want you to look at the ashes
and let them remind you of the life
you chose to bury.
Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
- I still do.
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