Our Garden [Poem]

To pluck a flower
Is to stop its blooming,
dooming it to wilt.

A plucked flower
Is beautiful
in its dying,

so let me instead
build you a living garden
under spring showers.

Let the skies do the crying,
while we sustain our garden
with love undying.

Photo by Livia on Unsplash

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