Love, Landscaped

..and in your garden i wandered,
picked only the rarest of fruits;

savored the slow harvest
–sweet pulps of lime, sour peels of cherry;


where will this wandering take me? whereupon this landscaped wilderness?
your new crops when to face the sun?

reflecting on this trivial landscape of thought,
shrubs of happiness, trunks of awe and fear, blooms of love and care;

some weathers we deal,
imagined and the real,
blurring the distinct.

the garden, i just adore!


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