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in the garden
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In a garden where roses weep,
A lone figure walks, lost in sleep.
Through thorns that snag and branches entwine,
Seeking a truth they long to find.
Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Whispers in the breeze start to flow.
Echoes of a tale untold,
Of love that's pure, of hearts grown cold.
A stagnant pond reflects the past,
Memories linger, shadows cast.
Ripples swirl from a single tear,
A silent plea, a hidden fear.
In the distance, a tower stands tall,
Its walls adorned with ivy's crawl.
A prisoner of their own design,
Yearning to break free, to truly shine.
The nightingale's song fills the air,
A melody of hope and despair.
Guiding the lost soul on their way,
Towards the dawn of a brand-new day.
Through symbolism's intricate veil,
The story whispers, weaves its tale.
Of redemption, of dreams untold,
In the garden where roses unfold.
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In a garden where roses weep,
A lone figure walks, lost in sleep.
Through thorns that snag and branches entwine,
Seeking a truth they long to find.
Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Whispers in the breeze start to flow.
Echoes of a tale untold,
Of love that's pure, of hearts grown cold.
A stagnant pond reflects the past,
Memories linger, shadows cast.
Ripples swirl from a single tear,
A silent plea, a hidden fear.
In the distance, a tower stands tall,
Its walls adorned with ivy's crawl.
A prisoner of their own design,
Yearning to break free, to truly shine.
The nightingale's song fills the air,
A melody of hope and despair.
Guiding the lost soul on their way,
Towards the dawn of a brand-new day.
Through symbolism's intricate veil,
The story whispers, weaves its tale.
Of redemption, of dreams untold,
In the garden where roses unfold.
© All Rights Reserved
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