MY HEART IS EMPTY

I watch the last blossom fall before my eyes leaves shed
A whole month has swiftly passed unnoticed.
The cold house sits amidst weeds and unkempt grass
Past the dilapidated gate, the narrow path is ridden with moss.
Bare boughs hang down from thick stems as if in distress
From the ground odd fragrances rise to fuse with chilled air.
My heart is empty, hidden among scattered shrubs, I break in to tears
My sad Longing will last for years.

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