Time passing

When she was a child

here was a garden.

She often looked at him.

An old man had

wrested from nature

Every year it grew a bit

and he put the fence further back.

In the triangle blooming flowers

and he planted a lot

with love.

When he died

flourished it on there

some years

and then rotted the fence

and nature won

the terrain back.

Today, the woman

still goes the same ways

dwells on the same shores

and one day

she also disappears

such as the garden...

Written by Mascha for Our Beautiful World

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