Gardens

They sleep in gardens filled with tears
a marker with their name
From time to time a visitor
who helped them through their pain...

The silence there so deafening
a peace that one can feel
The moments now become profound
it all seems so surreal...

Memories come like ocean waves
they splash upon the mind
And when at last a terse goodbye
a flower left behind...

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