i thought of gardening today.
with winter knocking at the door,
planting white jasmine & lilies
would revitalize the aura around.
while i was consumed
in digging the soil
& picking up the withered leaves,
my gardener said, mentioning the dead leaves,
'they shall become
the best compost for your flowers girl'.
we often flourish
under the shade of what's gone.
is it decaying hatred of yours in your absence,
serving as the fertilizer in my life??
i'm glad,
i thought of gardening today.
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