the gardener ventured
across the country
till he found
the perfect plot
young, unsown
fertile
and ready to be
used
he did as any gardener
would do
he planted his seed
knowing
his flower would grow
he planted his seed
and waited
he watered the ground
and waited
a young sprout
broke through the soil
and the gardener beamed
his flower was growing
and it grew
and it grew
he watered his flower
and gave her food
he thought she needed
and he plucked away
what she didn't
his flower was small
and delicate
he needed to protect her
protect her from others
she was his flower
and his alone
if she grew astray
he pulled her back
into her place
and all she was
was just his flower
and his alone
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
the gardener ventured
across the country
till he found
the perfect plot
young, unsown
fertile
and ready to be
used
he did as any gardener
would do
he planted his seed
knowing
his flower would grow
he planted his seed
and waited
he watered the ground
and waited
a young sprout
broke through the soil
and the gardener beamed
his flower was growing
and it grew
and it grew
he watered his flower
and gave her food
he thought she needed
and he plucked away
what she didn't
his flower was small
and delicate
he needed to protect her
protect her from others
she was his flower
and his alone
if she grew astray
he pulled her back
into her place
and all she was
was just his flower
and his alone
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