Two small stones

GARDEN

The soil speaks in whispered tones,
calls to fingers green,
subdues the sorrows and the mind;
reveals a world unseen.

CONCEALED

The words concealed reality,
denied the truth of hurt,
and rendered life more bearable;
tidied sorrow’s skirt.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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