The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
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Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.' the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: 'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you? wonderful imagination. tony
''What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you? ' ' This last line is a question each of us has to ask ourselves.