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In gardens where moonlight softly weaves,
a breath of magic gently cleaves—
petals murmur in fragrant rhyme,
and twilight hums the pulse of time.
Roses blush with secrets deep,
lilies stir from their silken sleep.
Tulips shimmer, proud and bright,
while marigolds guard dreams of light.
Butterflies drift in quiet grace,
their wings brush stars across the space.
Daisies sigh,
content and still,
beneath the hush of the garden’s will.
The heavens lean in, tender,
near—
each star a note we ache to hear.
And through it all,
the night exhales—
a garden’s whispered, timeless tale.