Out of my kitchen door
my garden
once beautiful, vibrant
Each selected bloom
grown by nurture
I have watched
from beginning to now
ending life cycle
It looks like death out there
green to black to bare
whithering, freezing
dying
I still watch obsessively
needing to see each breath
needing to see the final breath
To view entirely
To love the imperfect.
Please tell me what you think
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The Awe
Amazing what we can find when we are in "nurture". The acceptance of life as a whole, but we don't want to miss a thing in the mystery of life or death. Love flowers...
This is so nicely written in simplicity as gentle and flowing as an existing petal 
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because we love asymmetry
because normal means the same
because diversity makes the universal
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a perfect poem about the imperfect
I am unhappy, because you see
that flower was not gobbled-up by me
I eat all of the flowers I can,
all that's grown by woman and man
Tell me when you plant again
I'll be there during their life span
I'll gobble them up when you won't
see them all go down my throat
Then you will not see them die
or ask why they go bye-bye
I'll do you this favor when
You try my cat food -- I will then
Tiki Cat
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Sounds like my garden in the drought... all good things come to an end unfortunately... beautifully penned here
Karen
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Unlike most people, I find dying to be a natural phase. To better clarify myself, love is true when it dies and later resurrect. I love the pace.
"I still watch obsessively
needing to see each breath
needing to see the final breath
To view entirely
To love the imperfect."
I love this part right there.
I can tell you really thought it out and then create something spectacular. keep up the great work and thak you for sharing
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