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A LIVING POEM
I wander through wild gardens until dusk gathers its soft-gold cup
letting vines loosen their secrets, curling open like a drifting halo
every petal leans toward light, offering its quiet breath to the breeze
moss keeps my footsteps gentle, shaping silence into a living poem
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