The Garden

This garden, wild and unkempt, breaks all my expectations of order; the weeds riot, jumping as high as the flowers, the colors spin like the rays of the sun. Here life is high, tangled and good, where a bee shifts, seeking, where the green leaps, and shadows pierce through. No line, no rows, everything comes as it is; nature mocks in laughter, and I can only follow.

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