Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
I have made a garden with infinite care,
And, finished now, I stand surveying my work.
And I know that shortly, briefly,
These seeds will quicken and bloom
And fade and wither and come again
In other springs, and ever be
Poignant reminders of you.
And yet, I buried you over and again
In the soft rich earth beneath each tiny seed...
Written by Virginia Houston
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