Beneath the willow's weeping grace,
A hidden gate lies cloaked in lace,
Of ivy tendrils, moss, and dew,
A secret kept, a world anew.
The roses bloom in colors rare,
With scents that swirl the evening air,
Each petal whispers tales untold,
Of lands beyond, where dreams unfold.
A silken arch of ancient stone,
Encased in roots, with life o'ergrown,
Shimmers faint with a golden light,
A portal veiled by velvet night.
Step through, and skies will dance with fire,
Forests hum with a phantom choir,
Rivers gleam in an emerald hue,
And stars will sing their song to you.
Yet, guard the garden, keep it pure,
For magic thrives when hearts are sure,
A secret shared with soul and sky,
A haven where the spirit flies.
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