Monday, May 31, 2010

UNTITLED GARDEN

I can never raise
A garden.
Leaves wither, seeds
Dry,
Vines die in
Their youth.

I long for a garden,

A peaceful wilderness,
Purple scented,
Riotous
With butterflies,

Tangled
With orange yellow
Pink blue rose scarlet
White flowers, a garden

Abundant
With love.

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