The Garden

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The Garden
4-1-10

She calls to me with her siren song

and I am helpless

against the warmth of her dirt

the lushness of her foliage

She teases me with her breezes

and I lay back down to let her

whisper in my ear “come

back to me, come back

to me…'”

 

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