
I found a dead garden
Founded from the dream in the day
Dry branches
Cracked soils
Brown
Leafless
No water
Dry
The sun is shining on and on
Whispering from no return echoes
Dancing wind
Is that the garden from the real dream?
Is that brown and dry?
Very soon the rain comes
Watering litre by litre
Growing those little leaves
Green branches skins
Colourful flowers bloom
Dead garden... is it?
Written By : Haryanto Wisastra
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