2022-12-31T12:03:14+02:00November 27th, 2022|

RECEDE A weed grows in my garden nothing else just a weed It looks pretty in the morning fairy like almost freed It shows me where I haven’t tended neglected not paid heed It grows despite my indifference unnurtured what if I concede? I walk over and stand next to it grateful for its seed The garden is not lost I can let it grow if I recede [...]