Only tears and fears creeped over the rural sky and soil of what once was. As now time washes the scenery and the stars exude a subtle loneliness in their hopeful twinkling brilliance.
No sight of any garden or rose as the emptiness is blooming and growing intertwined in yesterday and tomorrow. All petals faded and in another garden now as the events made can never hide the treachery and deceit. And the autumn leaves now cover and sigh as the truth is just the sounds of rustling and the touch of past memories dissolving.