Do you smell the flowers?
Can you feel how sweet that smell is?
Do your fingers feel the softness of the petals?
Ever allowed your tongue to taste a rose?
Have you forgotten your thorns and only delighted in a flower?
Flowers always made me smile;
The smell of the damp garden after the fine drizzle was unique ...
To be able to travel my hands with freedom for the wet roses ...
... I miss those feelings so pleasurable and wrong
Here's a secret:
I've always been afraid Mommy will see me playing in the garden.
Even when my friends played with me;
Mom always told me that eating flowers was wrong.
Sorry, Mom, the garden is so fucking hot.
Obviously, as you may have noticed, I am not referring to the "flowers"
And if you still do not understand the meaning of the whole "my garden", find me this morning in a dark room
I'll show you;
Let's enjoy this fine drizzle, babe.
