I stand in a garden of pretty things, all of which have bloomed
Though I wish to hear the sounds of Spring, I fear I’m out of tune
I fold in on myself one layer after another and then
Develop some thorns just in case one day I should need them
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Wow superb how u draw the analogy btw a garden and love. An engaging poem. So nice to read u again.
This is a gorgeous poem - I love the imagery, and the relationship with the gardener.
building up a defense and yet realizing the inadequacy of it- brilliant!