What blooms in the garden of time?
Love planted deep in morning soil,
Grace flowing like spring rain,
Hope is climbing skyward on emerald vines.
Between heartbeats and whispers,
Peace settles like evening dew,
Kindness spreads its roots unseen,
Creating space for dreams to grow anew.
In the shadows of what's passed,
Each embrace leaves golden traces—
Stories told in gentle touches,
Wisdom carried through darkened...
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