frail flowers
abound
the gardener is sound
asleep
my mind, the
graveyard
joy, tears
and laughter
the gardener wakes up
again
the mind, a great
yard
no joy, no
sadness
spacious as the vast
blue sky
no yard, no
graveyard
no mind, no
gardener
the garden of the
unborn
frail flowers
abound
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