I'm in your garden, with
dirt under my fingernails
and grass stained knees.
My daisies are blooming,
mingling with your marigolds
the way your soul mingles with mine.
We're at opposite ends
but distance is only temporary
in this little patch of earth.
We'll meet in the middle,
in the company of the vibrant petals,
and leave traces of ourselves
among the flowers.
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