The Gardener
The Gardener
I thought, could I
shape the clouds,
Those ones on high,
With hand and mind
What greater blossoms then
would come to eye!? Beauty of
some rarer orchid, or rose?
Or just the tip of my protruding
nose, sniffing for scents where
they are not…? Botany my
heart!
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2025
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