Our Garden

All I know about love
I learned in a garden
A barren plot
Unremarkable everyday earth
That catches the sower's eye
Tilled into rows
The hard surface broken
Seeds gently planted
In the sun's bright path
Watered

Nurtured and protected

Love sprouts
Delicate shoots pushing through
The bullshit they are rooted in

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Bullshit

is great fertilizer - love grows from experience as a choice. Love this write - thanks for posting it - Stella

 

 


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shearerjon's picture

Thank you for making it to

Thank you for making it to the last line! That really is what the write was about!