Speak Into The Soil Please.

She told me she loved me all over this town.

So the commonplaces I find myself resemble gardens with faint scents. 

I thought they would have died, left no room for the others.

I was mistaken.

There is still room, plenty.

I even found time to plant seeds of my own

The garden grows.

This desert had begun to flourish elegantly, peacefully, 

Right beneath the pathway of my searching eyes,

To my surprise.

Thank you love.