I suspect today will find me
Kneeling before flowers
Whispering to the gnomes
Weeding the narrow border
Some come up easily as thoughts
Barely holding on to reason
While others insist on feeling
And putting up a fight
Releasing with a sudden jerk
So I take a tumble laughing
But I will not be stopped
I'm searching for a briar rose
I planted years ago
Blooming hidden here
In all this thorny bramble
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