Frail Flowers: By Jan Barendrecht
Posted by: Harsha • Jan 26th, 2001
frail flowers abound
the gardener is sound asleep
my mind, the graveyard
joy, tears and laughter
the gardener woke up again
the mind, a great yard
no joy, no sadness
spacious as the vast blue sky
no yard, no graveyard
no mind, no gardener
the garden of the unborn
frail flowers abound
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