The two Lilacs I planted with so much love
the cute Cala I rescued from under the shed
the Wisteria that swung gently with the wind
she laughed as I tried to train her into a tree
a piece of soul left behind with the Brugmansia
They all spoke to me in a beautiful language
only flowers could master and I sang with them
but this Spring, they bloom somewhere else
in a garden far away, hidden in foggy memories
I can't even conjure them up in my dreams.
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