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JOSE GERVIC LABE, JR.
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In Verdant Paradise In Verdant Paradise
In that pleasure ground, where blossoms paint the scene,
Flowers rise in vibrant hues, a tapestry so keen.
Butterflies, with wings of silk, flit 'midst petals bright,
And busy bees hum gentle songs, in golden morning light.
Where trees stand tall, their shadows dance and sway,
A dappled haven forms to chase the cares away.
Along the path, where footsteps lightly fall,
A border gleams, where colored stones enthrall.
Within the garden's heart, meticulously designed,
Roses bloom with grace, their beauty so refined.
Fountains of petals, crimson, pink, and white,
A sight for lovers lost in sweet, eternal light.
When chilly breezes sweep across the land,
The flowers sway in rhythm, a joyous, swaying band.
Each tender leaflet whispers secrets, soft and low,
On currents borne where only gentle breezes know.
Petals kissed with fragrance, a nectar-laden prize,
Lure butterflies with painted wings and wide, enchanted eyes.
Blossoms open wide, perfumes fill the space,
Fragrant gifts that drift and vanish without a trace.
Leaves of emerald catch the morning's jeweled gleam,
Where dewdrops glisten, tiny pearls within a dream. |
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