Unrest hides beneath the surface
Of my newly revitalised garden
Beneath the fresh paint and new life
The wood is rotten
The soil is toxic
Nothing will grow
Nothing will last
There’s a graveyard waiting
Full of the ghosts of the past
For now
I will lounge in the sun
And pretend
And take comfort in knowing
In the end
Is
The END
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And we all shall return to the soil.
Live in the dirt, die in the dirt... sounds about right :-/
I have no doubt that one day I shall nourish your garden..
somethings should be taken for granted, so let's not pretend otherwise....
Characteristically dark, but as almost always, very much enjoyed..
I hope you are well
Neville
Perhaps in the end, all is well...
Nourish my garden...?
You mean you want to proof read my book?
would you trust me?
Hmmm... What is the worst that could happen? You sabotage my ego?
I take it that's a no then, maybe..
I trust your proof reading skills.
I'm perfectly equipped at sabotaging my own Ego!
Yes - well said my friend - in the end is the end........as far as we earthlings know.......... hoping however the best will be yet to come.
Ahh hope, I knew her once.
It seems she did not like me much.
And I was never sure about my earthliness.
Thanks as always for reading and commenting
That end will come to us all on this earth but will there be more ahead?
Andy
I believe only in the trees... but they will not tell me the answers
Hope you enjoy what is left sylvia
It's torture when we can't pretend
And it is torture when we can?
Hope you are well, did you change your profile? It confused me. But is doesn't take much.
I think the end is nigh...
You could be right sylvia
Yea
I left
Trying once more
And all we can do is try...
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