A virtual garden lit with the orange glow of the sun,
is present in our brain;
Maple, Cherry Blossom, and Silver Oak trees guard
the virgin white epitaphs of memories;
The rustling of the light brown leaves appear
to be the grand music of the universe;
Sunflowers, roses, and daffodils ring the knell
of the lost memories, welcoming new ones;
The jade clock on the withering wooden gate tells
us the true age of our happiness.

You might be wondering about the gardener;
stand in front of a mirror;
you will find him accompanied
by his most loyal friend, his shadow;
trust them, no one else,
life will find its meaning again.

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