- Gentle -

[Cadre]

- Gentle -
Our minds are such gardens
Thoughts grow from a seed,
After chill winters they bloom
Into the roses you placed
Crowning my tomb;
All it takes is gentle touch,
A bit of loving care
Soon the idea that you planted;
Sprouts words to the air
To float among a time and space,
To find you in a lonely place.

[Seth]

Wow, I actually found this to be kind of up-lifting... in a spiritual, emotional sense... Beautifully written and detailed... Really, a gorgeous write.

[bloodredtears]

I really liked this poem a lot...especially these three lines:

After chill winters they bloom
Into the roses you placed
Crowning my tomb;

very well done!