Thursday, August 31, 2017

Your Garden

Press your roses

To my face

One last time

And

One last time

Breathe your sweet

Honeysuckle

On my skin

Plant your seeds

And trust

I am a garden

Kept well

By your hands

Come

Find healing

In my petals

Find peace

In me

Whom you care for

With great

Urgency

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