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Let nature guide you .❀. rhyme royal
(the gate's been left hitched open, with fraying string ajar)*
"Although, I've left you clear directions to the travellers' garden path -
yet, you've chosen a different route - to all you're searching for."
I wait, at a journeys end of heady scents, tending ancient roses trees at it's breadth;
Sipping warming cups of rosemary blues, infused with sweet thymes' underneath.
Perhaps, just an invitation to the garden was quite enough... to let fear decide your fate.
Bared soles should move with deeper love... when pure destiny awaits.
In the language of flowers...
Rose: Love, desire
Thyme: Courage, strength
Dock: used to calm sting nettle rash :)
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