1. 14:00 19th Feb 2012

    Notes: 34

    Reblogged from myinkstainedheart

    myinkstainedheart:

    They had ears but they would not listen,
    thus I set forth and sat myself in the heart
    of the garden,
    pass the loamy bed where grew the dahlias,
    the fair blooms swaying their hips to the wind’s arias.

    I began to converse with the vines, the trees,
    and I learnt the language that is spoken by bees.
    The podgy, green caterpillar, as it climbed
    a herbaceous stalk
    one day in early August invited me for a chat, a talk.

    They had ears, but they would not listen,
    thus I sought willing ears in the heart of the garden,
    but winter descended and glistening icicles lined the eaves,
    eerie silence roamed, I was abandoned too
    by the bees, the leaves.

     
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    2. whoartgos said: lovely writing
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