The purple cyclamens bloom.
She's not there to tend them:
They grow awry
Not cultivated as before.
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I really admire the way you've combined such rich imagery and vivid colours with a moving sense of pathos/melancholia.
Oh what a very sad glimpse of life; the colourful, bustling garden thriving, life going, on whilst her presence has ceased, her own life fading. This is life, life does go on, but you have used the juxtaposion beautifully - I really feel the loss....