Plant her life in a window box
and let the roots look for a way
leaves and flowers reach up
to the sun, drown in a thick and
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I'd love to be in your window box, when my time is done the chemicals of my metabolism, we will feel as one from bud to gestation, watch for me my dear American rose, that bloom maybe I, I fear!
when a life is planted in the ground there are no words too be found. another good write! a ten
very nice imagery...enjoyed it even tho it is a bit disturbing...sometimes the best poems are...
eaves and flowers reach up to the sun, drown in a thick and deceiving shallow grave tape around her mouth.......................wondeful write by imagery with imagery,10+++, thanks for sharing