A pruning of the day, unwanted thoughts cut away
Shaping a plant to be, into a blooming day of glory
Snipping old flowers dead, new blooms of hope to be bred
Trimming yellow leaves that shade, new growth to be made
Clearing weeds around the roots, promoting new shoots
Compost of past day's thoughts, growth from what rots
Wiping clean each leaf, freeing it from the fungus of grief
Open the valve of the mind to drench, imagination's thirst to quench
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Comments1
A well-cultivated form of philosophy !
Thanks Lorenz for the read and kind understanding. It is appreciated
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