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What can be done,
When it is already
Too late?
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What argument can be raised,
Against the
We all are One?
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Is there release from
Captive promises
Of forever love?
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Can there be love
Without expression,
Without kindness?
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Is the neglected garden
A showcase work
Of the missing gardener?
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Bear … 04.28.2014
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ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Reblogged this on Love Songs And Mood Swings and commented:
This was so insightful to me and put so very straightforward. I had to share.
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Thank you for the reblog, Lisa. 🙂
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Your very welcome 🙂
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THE GARDENER
An intricate garden grows around
A careful gardener with soiled hands;
Plants crystallise from secret soil
And all the weeds are broken down
Withered and brown
Patterns of colour, of stroke smooth slabs
Of burning red and drowning blue
Spread like a puzzle to understand
Or copy almost true
Scent swarms the leaves
The bees are drawn
And no-one hears the fall of trees
Reason has died, the gardener’s gone
And vigorous weeds invade the beds
While purple and yellow snowflake shapes
Tangle and clash across the ground
And bindweed grows around
The rake forgotten where it stood
No pattern now but riot of green
Orange and mauve confusors’ dance
That somehow rhythms to a word
The gardener had never heard.
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The author? Beautiful. Thank you. 🙂
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