Some days my love for you
is like a garden full of flowers.
A garden so full like stars on a clear sky,
starts so shiny and bringht
flowers as colourful as they might.
Some days the skies are cloudy,
garden so barren that it pains.
Pains to see the disappointed starts
Pains to see the dead flowers.
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