Sunday Whirl Wordle #682
A tattered garden lays frayed
beyond redemption, beyond salvage
Spirits rustle curled brown leaves
their stories belonging to the past
History hungers for the future
devouring the tattered remnants of the present
Flowers raised by a loving female body
no longer rise beside her walk
Deep beneath the rich, loamy soil
seeds sown long ago
Await the warmth and care of another
sleeping until tomorrow
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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