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Solitude is a hidden garden filled with my favorite flowers,
Blooming even in the quietest of hours.
As the bees and the birds sing in the morning light,
And the tree leaves dance with delight.
A secret place for me, to hide.
Nowhere
Tree leaves dance with grace caring
divine secrets with every sway.

Sunlight beaming with golden hue,
mixing with harmony a beautiful sight to see.
I am a wallflower, my presence is never desired.
Lonely as Plum blossoms, Stuck at rock bottom.

Quiet as a mouse, And tears I douse.
Alone in my room, tonight I’ll bloom.
How I've always seen myself

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