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Within my inner temple,
Lies a sanctum sanctorum,
Where floral life blooms gloriously,
With heavenly decorum.

Colours unimaginable,
Essences beyond compare,
A myriad of plant life,
Perfumes the purest air.

A bottomless wellspring of water,
Crystal blue, refreshing and still,
I open myself to the Divine within,
Drinking my spirit's fill.

I visit this peaceful garden
Which lies in the mind of me,
Whenever I need the healing,
Of letting go to simply Be.
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