The Virtual Gardener
It's esthetic yet pathetic,
from the garden
in her brain,
Which she never,ever
waters,
she keeps waiting
for the rain,
of affection and protection
from a shiny armored knight,
so her garden all has
wilted
in the burning
mourning
light.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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