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in the verdant garden

in the cavernous old house

if time slowed down, if I were a bit more

unobtrusive - how much more

could I explore?

 

in the wild garden

in the comfort-filled old house

I’m hoping you’ll turn the corner

and smile at me -

that I would brand myself forever

with the gratitude of that moment

 

in the tenderly loved garden

in the old house that echoes with laughter

these ephemeral moments in time -

spun like sugar that blooms and expands and then melts away -

have led me to your door