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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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