Not so easy when looking at your garden, you realize that you should let time for flowers will grow up again and will make explode their perfume in the air...
I am gardening in stars, keeping my heart beating as quietly as I can, using Cummings words to end this post with right ones that I feel not able to find by myself tonight...
Thy fingers make early flowers
Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.
thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?
To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).
e.e. cummings
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