A Garden's Edge

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　A line of posts, their weathered wood,
　Anchored by ropes, once taut and proud,
　Now loosely sway, as if subdued
　By time's soft touch, a gentle shroud.

Beyond the line, a verdant sweep,
A carpet green, where shadows dance,
A place of peace, where one can weep
Or laugh, and feel the world enhance.

　A towering pine, a sentinel,
　Its branches spread, a canopy,
　A silent witness to the swell
　Of seasons, nature's artistry.

And in this space, where nature's grace
Unfolds, a quiet beauty lies,
A sanctuary, a peaceful place,
Where weary souls can find their skies.

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