"As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life"
Flowers bathed in warm light whisper,
Caressed by silent dialogue from the sun
As natures wondrous hands make a new.
Dainty petals salute in celebration
Gentle, subtle, fluid, graceful.
The flowers dance on the breeze, self-expressive
Free from all the darkness and despair.
Dreams regain their meaning
And creativity once more starts to flow
The flowers breathe, the garden sighs.
A rebirth once was frozen in time, now complete.
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