The Dying Gardener
As she rendered him
His daily medication
He noticed nobility
Beaming
Over her
Lovely, pinker face
Wisdom
Love
And purity
Had curved
Her inner
And outside beauty
“If God permits me...
To live a little longer
Surely, I’ll sow my seeds on her!” he said
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