In the garden,
Our mother’s garden,
We find
Common Ground.
We talk of life
And growing things.
No blight
Affects us.
Outside
The frost awaits
And silence descends
Once more.
In the garden
Our footprints linger
And fill
With rain.
In the garden,
Our mother’s garden,
We find
Common Ground.
We talk of life
And growing things.
No blight
Affects us.
Outside
The frost awaits
And silence descends
Once more.
In the garden
Our footprints linger
And fill
With rain.
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