A French Windowsill
From the window trough
lets feast on pea shoots and chives
marvel at the paper whites
tall and slender
with magnificent perfume
and grow nepeta for our cat ?
Why don't we call our flat Jardin ?
so we may be associated with nature ?
Let our first holiday be to Giverny
The ardour will unfold your artistic eyes
I could talk of hollyhocks for ages
their firmament lasting forever
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