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Garden of Fragile Memories
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**"Garden of Fragile Memories"***
In the garden of memories, each flower blooms,
Petals painted with hues of laughter and tears.
Their fragrances linger, a symphony of time,
Whispering secrets to the wind, through the years.
The crimson rose, passion's fiery embrace,
Recalls stolen kisses under moonlit skies.
Its scent, a blend of longing and desire,
A memory etched in crimson petals' guise.
The daffodil, a golden trumpet of spring,
Sings of childhood laughter, carefree days.
Its fragrance dances with the morning dew,
A sun-kissed memory that forever stays.
And there, the violet, shy and demure,
Holds whispers of whispered confessions.
Its color, a soft echo of hidden dreams,
A love unspoken, veiled in purple impressions.
The forget-me-nots, tiny azure stars,
Guard tales of friendships, unbreakable bonds.
Their fragrance weaves threads of shared laughter,
An eternal garden where memories respond.
So tend this garden well, my dear heart,
Water it with tears and laughter alike.
For each memory blooms, a fragile flower,
A testament to life's fragility and delight.
© JR2K6
**"Garden of Fragile Memories"***
In the garden of memories, each flower blooms,
Petals painted with hues of laughter and tears.
Their fragrances linger, a symphony of time,
Whispering secrets to the wind, through the years.
The crimson rose, passion's fiery embrace,
Recalls stolen kisses under moonlit skies.
Its scent, a blend of longing and desire,
A memory etched in crimson petals' guise.
The daffodil, a golden trumpet of spring,
Sings of childhood laughter, carefree days.
Its fragrance dances with the morning dew,
A sun-kissed memory that forever stays.
And there, the violet, shy and demure,
Holds whispers of whispered confessions.
Its color, a soft echo of hidden dreams,
A love unspoken, veiled in purple impressions.
The forget-me-nots, tiny azure stars,
Guard tales of friendships, unbreakable bonds.
Their fragrance weaves threads of shared laughter,
An eternal garden where memories respond.
So tend this garden well, my dear heart,
Water it with tears and laughter alike.
For each memory blooms, a fragile flower,
A testament to life's fragility and delight.
© JR2K6
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