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Spirit of the Garden

With eyes of green and hair of midnight hue, She wears a crown of blossoms, fresh and new. A halo woven from the sun's bright gleam, With peonies of pink and hydrangeas' dream.

Cherry Blossom Solitude

On shores of sand, a figure stands, A whisper caught in gentle lands. In flowing red, a vivid flame, A barefoot girl without a name.The tranquil water, still and deep, Where azure