I walk alone in someone else's garden
And smell the flowers of the end of summer skies
When rain returns and that last flower rise
Nothing lasts forever, beg your pardon,
But you who planted seeds must know
That in the end the earth devours flowers
And my rude footfalls in these long hours
Will crush the seeds wherever wind will blow
But thank you, stranger, for this refuge
Where I can sit in shade and smell the rose
Where I can be alone with my mosquitos
Where birds sing songs that I will always lose
Perhaps in dreams the songs will come back to me
And the scent of borrowed beauty slips into me
(originally posted to Patreon)
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