#memorygarden
In a garden of memories, blooms of days gone by,
Where whispers of laughter and tears softly lie.
Each flower a moment, each pathway a thought,
In this sacred place where the heart's tales are wrought.

Petals of joy in hues bright and bold,
Echoes of stories that never grow old.
But shadows may linger, where sorrows have sown,
Yet even these blooms in beauty have grown.
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