Easter
Time to be reborn
Or at least renewed
No need for that for me
My love endures and thrives
Yet my garden's not secure
Neglect dries out some precious plants
Dries out the roots
With self-inflicted drought
So much so lush and green
Blooming out full display
So much sad and brown
Whithered by their self contempt
Strange garden
Half alive and half dried out
Half loving
Half hating
This, the garden of my soul
Loves and waits for gardeners
Loving those who never left
Loving those who never come
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