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This garden is invisible for me
As a whole
When I'm inside of it,
Walking under its trees.
All I can do
Is to smell
Its unique natural flowers
And eat its fruits,
But when I get out
For standing in some distance
On that hill,
I can see it
In its entire splendor,
Having such a brilliant orange-red
Autumn color.
poem
by
Marieta Maglas
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