Tender leaves,
lift them high,
never let them dry.
They are the legacy of dreams.
Enchanting notes
of a violin
delicately strung
they move
undulating
to their goal.
O Mason of Love,
the gardener of the words,
sing the morning's melodies,
embrace the maiden of the enchanted pastures and wash away
all the traces of gloom that life may leave
Thanks for the image : +Tamriko Pasjuk
Thank you +sem xtz for the inspiration
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