Flowers are springing up
Inside my heart.
They are digging healthy roots
Into my veins,
Turning my body into a garden.
Oh, how lovely it was to
Find a gardener.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoésieI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
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Flowers are springing up
Inside my heart.
They are digging healthy roots
Into my veins,
Turning my body into a garden.
Oh, how lovely it was to
Find a gardener.
