There is asthma in the roses
a breath submerged in the earth is
choking the weeds
There are wounds in the trees
deep gashes that never heal
but trickle into a lake
of shimmering plasma
A parched sigh is rising
from the weaving grass that
entangles twitching skeletons
Beneath caustic soil
the animal moan shivers.
The garden is silent
then gently withers
a breath submerged in the earth is
choking the weeds
There are wounds in the trees
deep gashes that never heal
but trickle into a lake
of shimmering plasma
A parched sigh is rising
from the weaving grass that
entangles twitching skeletons
Beneath caustic soil
the animal moan shivers.
The garden is silent
then gently withers
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