Misty morning footfalls are all that I can find
A sign that you still tend to the garden in my mind
The longest dew washed grass seems to part if you are near
But now and again that dew will spring forth as single tear
My feet are soaking wet as I search for memories
It becomes a sweet obsession in amongst the weeping trees
Your image is a ghost and it fades like mornings dew
If my tears are as the dewdrops, I've cried gardens over you
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@crowncottage aw thanks very much Linda, appreciate that comment. ❤ And thank you for reposting my lovely 👍❤🌹
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