summer's smell floats in on the air
frozen ground begins to thaw
i think of you in your garden
you smile amoungst the moist cool dirt
flowers grow out of what was once mud
i wonder if they will still grow
now that you are gone
my heart weeps watering flowers of the soul
when the gossmer seeds sprout-
burst forth from my wounded heart
i shall pick them softly and lay them on your grave
i wish you could breathe in this summer soaked air once more.
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