Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
I pick and choose
What weeds to whack.
Some plants will lose.
Will they grow back?
But here I pause:
Mint, I favor.
I guess it’s ’cause
Its scent I savor.
(Written 6 August 2006)
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