 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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