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Upon a trail where sunlight weaves, Through blooms that bask in golden eaves, Each petal glows with day's last touch, A path so warm, so bright, so much.
The flowers rise in colors bold, Pinks and yellows, hues untold, A canvas rich, with nature's brush, In evening's soft, serene hush.
The clouds above, in spirals spun, Embrace the kiss of the setting sun, Their edges lined with molten gold, A sight so mystic to behold.
The air is sweet with nectar's song, Where bees and butterflies belong, A dance of life in quiet cheer, In this haven, all is clear.
Follow the path that shimmers bright, Through blooms that echo the light, A journey through this gilded scene, A tranquil walk, where peace is keen.
A corridor of florid grace, Where time itself seems to slow its pace, In this garden, let worries cease, On the gilded path of inner peace.

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Upon a trail where sunlight weaves, Through blooms that bask in golden eaves, Each petal glows with day's last touch, A path so warm, so bright, so much.
The flowers rise in colors bold, Pinks and yellows, hues untold, A canvas rich, with nature's brush, In evening's soft, serene hush.
The clouds above, in spirals spun, Embrace the kiss of the setting sun, Their edges lined with molten gold, A sight so mystic to behold.
The air is sweet with nectar's song, Where bees and butterflies belong, A dance of life in quiet cheer, In this haven, all is clear.
Follow the path that shimmers bright, Through blooms that echo the light, A journey through this gilded scene, A tranquil walk, where peace is keen.
A corridor of florid grace, Where time itself seems to slow its pace, In this garden, let worries cease, On the gilded path of inner peace.