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[aid] => mick
[title] => The seasonal Abyss
[time] => 2006-07-28 15:38:39
[hometext] => Each summer I spend 2-3 months without my wife because of Visa issues. She's the rose in this poem the Garden is Ireland
[bodytext] => The Air is hot, my skin is wet Upon my lips a salty sweat I stand in the garden where my flowers bloom And wonder, where my rose has gone I had in my garden a black rose And all my joy did in it abode T'was both night and day my constant care Lest I blink and find it was not there But in the heat its petals scortched And I've roared until my voice is hoarse For a change in the weather and can but watch as beauty withers In the winter struggle blossoms are easy won Then the spring raises a joyous song But for all my toil each summer come I return to find my rose has gone Now I taste neither summer fruits nor feel the winter cold For the song of spring I feel to old My life has become a constant autumn Bare and empty with no rose blossom [comments] => 1 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 2 [informant] => ArdRi79 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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