In my flower garden
It is silent and still
Accept for a sligh breeze
Accept for the buzzing of bees
I sit at the table at the end of the path
Glass of tea in one hand
Laptop in the other
I sip tea
While I write poetry
A day filled with self expression
A day of emotional highs and lows
A day of typing
A day sitting at the table
In the center of my flower garden
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