Within a garden, unseen yet so true,
A cosmos blooms beneath a mother's hue.
Bioluminescent butterflies take flight,
As constellations whisper through the night.
Here, shifting sands of emotion flow,
Hormonal storms where gentle breezes blow.
The whispers of grandmothers, wise and old,
Echo in dreams, in stories yet untold.
Singing stars ignite the fertile ground,
Aspirations for the future, dreams unbound.
Whispering trees, with...
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