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🌱 The Garden

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The Mind's Garden

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A fertile ground, where thoughts reside, — I choose the seeds I let inside.

A fertile ground, where thoughts reside,
I choose the seeds I let inside.
No weeds of doubt, no bitter vine,
Just blossoms of a hopeful sign.
I tend it well, with care and thought,
The peaceful haven I have sought.
A tranquil space, serene and deep,
Where happy, healthy visions sleep.

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