Standing at the garden
Snipping parsley
Remembering
Rain falling softly
The smell of tomato plants and basil
Overwhelms me
Eyes swell
Your voice fills my mind
as I catch sight of a ripening plum tomato
She’s beautiful
You’re beautiful.

Standing at the garden
Snipping parsley
Remembering
Rain falling softly
The smell of tomato plants and basil
Overwhelms me
Eyes swell
Your voice fills my mind
as I catch sight of a ripening plum tomato
She’s beautiful
You’re beautiful.

And this poem is beautiful. The sights, smells and sounds bring the moment to life.
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