today, i worked in the garden
with marigolds and daffodils.
i pulled the weeds and filled
the space between
my skin
and nails
with soil. peace reigned
over me with every tug from
the base. thinking to myself
these would make a home
out of my vacant vase.
thorns pricked away
at the
surface of my thumb and
made a good laugh for
Tyson; whose nose would
always run.
today, i worked in the garden.
When next r yhu workin on ur garden, i wanna join yhu, it seems fun. nice pen!
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beautiful image! Did you actually worked in the garden? !