Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/category/poetry/poetry-prompt/
Isolated at the back of the garden
hoping no predator would unearth
roots intertwining with hope to
protect without judgement.
Nobody rules the wistful wind
its sincere scent hoping for a
new world. A place where seeds
can fly without fear.
Lovely
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure 😇
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Lovely Diana 🙂
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Thank you.
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