Her Garden tied in my hands

She convinced me-

I could pick a forest.

A bounty for a feast-

For a King.

But the citizens are starving

My heart is wrenched.

Pulled into a harvest-

I will not reap

I will not sow

Only a mad man gives a broken heart-

So I lay down my flowers

Too scared to see them,

become mud.

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