I walk alone among the flowers, sometimes on the hills sometimes in the rosary,
one lonely afternoon in the garden,
a new born thorn stopped me to ask where was my lover,
as tears subside my eyes, washing my sorrow
I answer with a smile because she is too young to know !
I pass by once more, but within deep sighs burn my broken heart.
Created: Jun 12, 2017AidaSC Document Media