Growing up in odd places
How did you grow a pear tree all of a sudden?
In my garden I don't need to flounder
No need to become a hunter, just feel
like a part of the garden instead of
becoming something you are not and
feeling even more frozen although the
sun shines on us let's listen to the
babbling brook...
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2015-02-27 at 03:42
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