She walks in the garden that grows
between day and night and harvests
bouquets of the perfect light.
She presses tongues into crystal
blue blooms with golden centers that
light the full moon.
She plants the seeds of dreamers
in the soils of time and grows them
for the askers by singing in rhyme.
She cultivates shooting stars, filling
them with love and sprinkles them
across the sky giving hopeful eyes
wonder of the above.
She finger paints compassion on
the dark side of truth and coats
it with sun until peace is reproduced.
She, the keeper of our garden, weeds
the thoughts of mind so the veins
of commonality are ours to find.
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