POETRY
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Published in
Jan 1, 2024
In this garden of beauty,
I find peace again.
Each petal, a verse of hope,
Whispering words of light,
Each stem a line of grace,
Guiding me through the night.
As the moon rises high,
It paints the petals silver,
A reminder that even in darkness,
There is always a glimmer.
I breathe in the fragrance,
Of each blossom and bloom,
And in their delicate beauty,
I find strength to resume.
For in this tranquil space,
I am not alone,
The flowers are my friends,
And their presence is known.
Each petal a verse of hope,
Each stem a line of grace,
In this garden of solace,
I find my resting place.
So Iโll stay here a while,
And let the flowers speak,
For their words of hope and grace,
Are the ones I truly seek.
