The fallow soil,
ready to plant.
Beware the
gardener, the
access you grant.
To the garden
of the mind.
Whether they plant
flowers or weeds,
guaranteed they’ll bind.
Roots dig deep—
they become one
with the soil.
It’s best to tend,
it’s worth the toil
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Author:
– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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