Amidst the city's relentless pulse and roar,
Lies a sanctuary, the Japanese garden’s core.
Stepping through its gates, a portal to a dream,
Into a realm where Zen's whispers gleam.
Bonsai trees, like ancient elders, bow,
Their emerald whispers, a silent vow.
Evergreen sentinels sculpted with care,
Stand as guardians in the tranquil air.
A...
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