When the season comes
to rest,
and a drought sinks
your heart
into your chest,
do not fret.
Tend with the care
the garden needs.
Appreciate
The soil,
The seeds,
The fertility,
The weeds.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
When the season comes
to rest,
and a drought sinks
your heart
into your chest,
do not fret.
Tend with the care
the garden needs.
Appreciate
The soil,
The seeds,
The fertility,
The weeds.
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