Poems
A very short poem about “gardening” to celebrate the start of Spring. Brown eyes call me, the gardener, To step upon the soft rose petal carpet of your soul, Through gently opening doors, A slow descent, your watering hole Sprinklers rejuvenating foliage, ferns, Intoxicating perfume of your inner world Charms my soul’s depths within me As your love unfurls. Your rich resin, destiny’s...
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