Hello Ms. Gardener,
How do you do
To take care of you
When you see the hour ?
Your garden must take so much time
To be worked on and dealt with
Especially since it's springtime
Do you manage to take off the leaves ?
I know you must be so tired
All our human questions
But up here, are you admired
For you flowers and actions ?
As you like to repeat it
Our human bodies are all a garden
And you are the guide and the maiden
Who works until it's moonlit
You enjoy designing our flowers
Some that we consider as a flaw
All our stretch marks are better
When we understand them as an awe
We are made of flowers and plants
And Ms. Gardener
Is the guardian of the inner chants
That we look after.
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Collection of Mystical Poetry
PoesíaHere you will find a collection of english poetry. It will deal with such themes as empowerment, nature, feminism, open mindsets or spirituality.
