Art. Poetry. AI.
Winter’s grip fades fast, Spring’s herald brings new life’s warmth, Nature blooms once more.
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A kingdom was lost, For want of a horseshoe nail, Small things have big costs.
Jack builds a house Farmer likes it and pays him Both are satisfied
Quantum orbs shine bright Mysteries of the night sky What do they reveal?
Grandpa and toddler, Planting cherry tree with care, Blossoms in the spring.
In a secret garden No sound but the gentle breath Perfect stillness reigns
Apple blossoms fall White petals on the green grass Springtime in England
Rhubarb in the dark Forced to grow sweet and tender A candle reveals
Golden jelly grows, Witches’ butter on the trees, Folklore in the breeze.
A garden of peace, A place to find your inner self, Zen garden is where you’ll find it.
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