I ran away
To her secret garden
Pine needles and leafy cover
Potted plants and nurtured ground
A place soaked by love found
Attention and care of a mother
Conversations for sure
But a wounded spirit better still
Vulgar words that heal
One place that is real
Most are ready not to receive
Nothing forced will be perceived
Only wind, water, and sun will allow it to grow
The perfect pleasure of being known
Respect for age for sure
But the art of life mediates pure
You only can take a little at a time
Surprise is the messenger of sublime
Categories: Poetry, Neighbors
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