a garden
she says
for flowers plants
tomatoes perhaps
like the Italians had
when growing up
though she is not Italian
not that that matters
gardens know no nationality
flowers plants
tomatoes even
understand caring hands
like hers
there in the center
of war
a dream
of a garden
flowers plants
tomatoes possibly
and love
when it comes
will grow there
too
a beautiful poem of possibilities
Thank you. I appreciate your comment.
Simply beautiful
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
Is it ok if I say this is very sweet? Just so tender. Thanks for sharing it.
That is actually very sweet of you to say. I thank you very much.
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