04 Jun 2025

The Gardens of Memory

Within the Gardens of Memory

The roses bloom in shades of gold,

Their petals soft, their stories old.

Each fragrance whispers days gone by,

Beneath the ever-changing sky.

Where Time Dances Softly

The willows sigh with tender grace,

Their branches weave a warm embrace.

A path of dreams, both lost and found,

Lies softly on this hallowed ground.

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