In the rough seam between the brick wall
and the asphalt,
lemon balm and bluebell,
grape hyacinth,
daffodil and ivy —
a garden grows itself,
no matter if anyone loves it.
Literary Historical Fiction | Essays | Poetry
In the rough seam between the brick wall
and the asphalt,
lemon balm and bluebell,
grape hyacinth,
daffodil and ivy —
a garden grows itself,
no matter if anyone loves it.