I found your spade, found
a stone in my shoe, grass stains
on my torn out knees.
I shall continue to weed
this garden despite my pains.
For all it falls short
love is still the best of it,
the gateway, the bloom.
August 18, 2010 9:22 AM
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I cannot help but reflect on how perfect it is that this post follows the previous one on how to start a quest....
ReplyDeletefor all it falls short, love is still the best of it.
lovely.
How kind of you, m'dear.
DeleteHope all is well with thee.
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