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The garden of broken things

User Profile: CecileBrieur74
CecileBrieur74 February 14th
The thorns of the roses pruned each day,
for every rose, for every minute,
claw at scaled and wounded hands,
they reflect nothing but a soul
in need of care.
Like the plants and the flowers,
the gardener, too,
is thirsty.
He waits for the water
because you are not here.
He cannot stop his shears, 
severing every bud before it blooms
for how can he let them grow 
when his heart is too restless to watch? 
His feet remain rooted in the soil,
for fear of missing you
again,
and again,
and again.
The garden overflows with roses and tulips,
but already 
the weeds 
of impatience 
and frustration 
pierce the surface.
Come quickly 
before they wither,
before the thorns rot
in the waiting for your laughter.

my draft : 
les épines des roses taillées chaque jour, pour chaque rose et chaque minutes, les mains écaillées et blessées ne reflète qu'une personnalité nécessiteuse de soin. telles les plantes et les fleurs, le jardinier a besoin d'eau pour s'abreuver. il patiente que l'eau coule enfin car tu n'es plus là. ses pieds restent enracinés dans la terre de peur de te manquer, encore et encore et encore le jardin est rempli de roses et de tulipe, mais les mauvaises herbes de l'impatience et la frustration commencent à sortir, viens vite avant qu'elles ne fanent que les épines pourrissent en attendant ton rire.
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User Profile: Amanda84
Amanda84 February 14th

@CecileBrieur74

You have a beautiful energy in your writing 🩷

Haunting.

Direct.

Tugging at the heart strings.

I've thoroughly enjoyed reading it 💚 

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User Profile: CecileBrieur74
CecileBrieur74 OP February 15th

@Amanda84 thank you Amanda 🥹 💜, i used to write a lot but those days i don't have the time 😞 so i wasn't sure about my writing anymore 💌 🌸 thank you for your kind words 

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User Profile: mossyfrets
mossyfrets February 15th

@CecileBrieur74 Ça m’a vraiment touchée. On sent quelqu’un qui continue à donner, encore et encore, même en étant épuisé et blessé. Le jardinier qui attend l’eau mais qui reste enraciné quand même….. cet amour paraît à la fois fidèle et lourd à porter.


@CecileBrieur74 It really touched me. You can feel someone who continues to give, again and again, even when exhausted and hurt. The gardener who waits for water but who remains rooted all the same..... This love seems both faithful and heavy to bear.

User Profile: CecileBrieur74
CecileBrieur74 OP February 15th

@mossyfrets thank you so much 🥹 🧡 yes the gardener doesn't have an easy garden thank you for making it a little less harder to maintain  🌱 

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