Gardener Read Count : 49

Category : Poems

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I’m just another thing
If you pluck me up, I sing
Make use of me then dispose
That’s just life, I suppose.
You then say that you love me As equal as your others
Yet I cannot remember one hug, One lesson,One smother.
Your flowers kept you sane,They kept you real,They kept you on a task.
So, You do tend to my empty past, of fields of flamed grass.

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  • Nov 18, 2019

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