making gardens out of silence
the less I say
By Gail FredricksPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
Photo by Tim Cooper on Unsplash
No words come from my mouth
And still, something is growing
Making gardens out of silence
Planting, without knowing
Thoughts are blooming
Ideas are planted
My mind becomes a garden
Silence is enchanted
The less I say
The more my garden grows
Making gardens out of silence
About the Creator
Gail Fredricks
just someone learning, unlearning, and laughing through the chaos.
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