The peony's growing on blackened soil
Your gardener's faith is that
you can ignore the rot
and still it will bloom scarlet
the roots are tangled
sometimes I just want to lift and split
bring in clean air,
replant and start afresh
for that I need you to say
sorry for your failures, with no
angry guilt, so I can start
forgiving you, while you're still here
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