The botanical garden lies just a few blocks away
from my home.
A sanctuary for bright reds, blues, and greens,
like a child’s dreamscape painted in wild strokes.
But as colors meld into shades of black and brown,
So too do painted petals in the face of wind
As I lose myself in their allure.
Time slips away unnoticed,
In the quiet bloom of endless seasons.
Technology connects us—yet leaves us lonelier.
Silence feels safe but builds quiet distance
Kids need predictable love, not perfect parents.
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