She wept
and her tears
fell on the hand
of the gardener.
He gathered her tears
and watered a sapling.
The sapling
grew and flowered.
The flowers fell
and became a garden.
The garden blossomed
and filled the air
with the perfume
of her sighs.
She smiled
and butterflies
flew from her eyes.

Poem and image COPYRIGHT Jenirose Hall ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Poem and charcoal drawing are the original work of Jenirose Hall COPYRIGHT & ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


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