In a little while I promise
I will ascend from this chair
And go and take some pictures
Of my narrow yard to send you
In return for the ones from yours
Is there something in our blood
That cannot live without a little
Color in our lives that needs
Taking care of watering and such
Or is it just nostalgia for the future
Which the flowers represent
Our green hearts slowly turning red
The scent in the air opening up
To a whole other life
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