In the garden, soft and fair,
Stands a magnolia, delicate and rare.
With petals white, like whispers of spring,
It dances gently, as the sweet birds sing.
Beneath the sky, so blue and wide,
The magnolia blooms with graceful pride.
In its beauty, the world seems free,
A moment’s peace, just you and me.

Such a lovely poem. 🌺
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So nice Missy! ❤
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