in the garden
overgrown with time
noone took care of it
the lost of it's sublime
weeds and vines
as far as you can see
choke the life from even
the scraggly old trees
but yet in the far corner
inmost the shadows
in a glimpse of life
one rose in bloom
the white rose
standing so small
you would hardly
know it's there
unless you looked with care
but there it stands
a symbol of the past grandeur
and a sprig of what will become
when the master returns to his home.
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