Secret Garden

Oct 8, 2023
1 min read

Though love and beauty

have sunk their thorns

I cannot say I would have chosen

Another way to be

Perhaps

and perhaps I managed to paint

Just once

In lilting crimson hues.

I leave it all to you, fleet fox.

In lilies from the ground

and the castanets of cicadas

Wherever they may sound

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