Friday, 25 July 2014
A poem about a garden or whatever
In the garden are all my wishes
Owls awake with bright eyes
frogs leaping, bees working
a hare stretching upward
Life pushes away all the emptiness
colour spills out with confidence
Everything here has everything it needs
I have nothing to give to the garden
The garden has everything I want
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