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In gardens lush where secrets bloom, In whispers soft, in fragrant plume, Baudelaire's touch, in nature's womb, A sonnet sung 'neath floral gloom.
Each petal's curve, a verse untold, In patterns bold, in colors bold, In gardens vast, their tales unfold, Of love and loss, of dreams enrolled.
With ink of dew, he paints the rose, In crimson blush, in thorns that pose, The poet's eye, where beauty flows, In patterns wild, where passion grows.
Through meadows vast, in gentle sway, He finds the essence, the bouquet, In petals strewn, in light of day, In patterns spun, where spirits play.
So let us dance, amidst the flowers, In patterns rich, in fragrant showers, in twilight hours, Let poetry bloom, in nature's bowers.

Description

In gardens lush where secrets bloom, In whispers soft, in fragrant plume, Baudelaire's touch, in nature's womb, A sonnet sung 'neath floral gloom.
Each petal's curve, a verse untold, In patterns bold, in colors bold, In gardens vast, their tales unfold, Of love and loss, of dreams enrolled.
With ink of dew, he paints the rose, In crimson blush, in thorns that pose, The poet's eye, where beauty flows, In patterns wild, where passion grows.
Through meadows vast, in gentle sway, He finds the essence, the bouquet, In petals strewn, in light of day, In patterns spun, where spirits play.
So let us dance, amidst the flowers, In patterns rich, in fragrant showers, in twilight hours, Let poetry bloom, in nature's bowers.