A fence I built, of sturdy stone, To guard a garden I had sown. No longer will the weeds intrude, Or steal the sunlight, sharp and crude. Each plant a truth, a precious bloom, Protected from the gathering gloom. My sacred space, a quiet hum, Where peace resides, and healing’s come.
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Boundaries
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A fence I built, of sturdy stone, — To guard a garden I had sown.
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