The Garden by Patty Panni

The summer garden calls to me with the flowers’ sweet perfume The grass beneath my feet, the brightly-colored blooms Like a magic panacea, it absorbs my worries and stress Rubs off the hard edges, makes “it’s all too much” somehow less My garden in the autumn brings shades of gold and red It’s like walking...

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