When will you see
what you do is seen
to me is sweet.
you say I'm sorry
you say I'm sweet
you say I'm sincere
sweet is chocolate
sweet is cherries
sweet is you.
Everything you do
is seen to be true
Angry is anything but you.
samantha micnheimer
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
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