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Theresa's Garden

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Yellow, red and blue flowers filled her tiny front garden,
While small insects thrived and swooned.
Each passer-by would turn their head before slowing down to snoop.


The butterflies danced from flower to flower, as honeybees rested on blue.
A splendid kingdom of nature,
A place where life would bloom.


If only she saw that garden now and seen those concrete blocks.
No wings, no petals or pallets of colour. Just a carpet of dull, old cobbled rocks.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 29th Apr 2020 17:18

That is true, Jennifer. Thank you for reading this piece and sharing your thoughts. ?

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jennifer Malden

Wed 29th Apr 2020 17:07

Sometimes it's better not to return to a place that used to be beautiful, or a favourite, because it can be heartbreaking.
Nice writing!

Jennifer

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