Only the lilies
thrive on water
so I planted you
in the garden.
Only the vines
climb branches
so you need no trellis
nor a tall fence.
Only the fruit trees
get visitors
so I encircle you
with pebbles.
Only the handpicked crops
gets plucked by chickens
so you need not to worry,
my naive evergreen.
But if the locusts come
or the swallows swarm
I'll be your scarecrow screaming
evil with open arms.
In this garden where
blooming is a death sentence
I'll give you my last breath
to escape, my gypsy
tumbleweed.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
