Hello! Out there in the muddled grey
the casted shadow
beneath the brush of Azaleas
and hidden below the flowery pines
the thorny bushes
Your truth is as beautiful as the garden that created you.
Although you say you're just the vague reflection of orchards
you enshroud your cloak gently against the earth.
I see you; I hear you.
As scenic as the flower,
a reflection of the truth in you.
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