knee high grasses and soft planting kisses.
my heart leaps to its waning mother;
it ignites the skies in blues and whites,
fourth of July's and less lonely nights.

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if the garden was ever my lover,
than I could never leave her.
the sweetest honeysuckle adorns her hair of clover
and the marigolds envelope me in warmth,
imploring me to stay over.

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my darling garden,
I did not create you out of nothing,
but promise to love you when nothing remains.