Poetry. Words. And, words about words
Wait just a little longer before
pulling the final petals from this flower.
She cannot hear your deliberations
of love or not while decapitating
something so fragile.
Let this one, solitary beauty remain
broken, decimated.
But alive.
I use the best, I use the rest
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"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Aha, yes – this one I ‘get’. Right up my gardening alley, this!
I wish some of your gardening prowess would rub off on me. I just kill stuff!
Ha! I tend to kill houseplants – no idea why. The outside stuff seems to like my attention a little more.. 🙂
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