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My garden enticed you from afar
Its open gates, a stairway to bliss
You imagined sprawling on the lawn, with the sun kissing your face
Being caressed by the water lilies as you dabbled in the pond
And being lost in the embrace of the entrancing fragrances
But the grass stained your clothes and the sun burned you raw
And the roses showed you how their prickles sting
You forgot that hydrangeas are pruned to maintain their resplendence
That the petals remain firm only when the ground is watered
Now you look at the garden with little regard, the open gate having dismissed all mystery
The awe replaced by a sobering thought
Superficial beauty tantalises the senses but for just a moment
And true beauty requires nurturing for it to last
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