Silence.
The garden comes alive.
It's time to pin
those dancing thoughts
on tiny butterflies
flitting
from flower to flower,
and see the patterns,
the colours and bends,
enticing visitors
to drown in
the joy
of simply being,
of doing nothing.
Oh! What would it take for me
to pick up a pen
and follow you
as you lead me home?
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