tears fall down my face

like morning dew on a rose

i catch them in my hands

as if they were the lily pads

in the stream next door

on a rainy afternoon

my body aches with sorrow

like the neighbours rusted gazebo

that seems to always be alone

in an empty garden

even when the May flowers

come to visit

my mind is scattered

like the flock of birds

that visit my backyard

they're either here

making mornings loud

like the thoughts in my brain

or they're absent

and my mornings are quiet

my backyard now empty

like the hole in my heart

that not even the endless

bottles I down will fill

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