I’m laughing
watching a blind man
me
a man craving intimate touch
tending to his garden
a garden filled with blossoms
delicate petals
heavenly scents
so much perfection
and yet
for all his need to embrace love
to hug life
he has filled his garden with roses
blissful beauty amidst
a sea of thorns
I smile
at the gardener
me
paradise can be painful
tio stib
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Yes, beauty has its price. Your verse touches that dichotomy elegantly.
Thank you.
That is beautiful, and slyly funny. Thank you, Tio!
You are most welcome. And thank you for the comic relief you provided with your “Stumped Town Dementia” blog as I struggled to care for my dementia stricken wife.
“Paradise can be painful.” What a beautiful yet haunting line.
You’re most welcome. And thank you for the comic relief you provided me with your “Tumped Twon Dementia” blog as I struggled to care for my dementia stricken wife.
The enigma of life. Thanks for stopping by.