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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The Mind's Garden
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A fertile ground, where thoughts reside, — I choose the seeds I let inside.
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