Where should we keep within our hearts' embrace,
Those who plant flowers in our souls' sacred space?
Where love blooms bright and kindness interlace,
Guarded by time in memory's gentle chase.
For every petal, a story we trace,
A beacon of hope in the shadows we face.
Through trials endured, and dreams we chase,
Their essence remains, impossible to erase.
How do we honor the love they place,
In the gardens they tend, through life's endless race?
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