Poem Down an English lane, where spring exhales,I roamed, entranced, by flowering trails.Petals swirled in sunlight’s tender beam,A chorus of hues, a woven dream. Cherry’s soft pink, magnolia’s snow,Lilac’s faint blush where breezes flow.Each shade a murmur to heart and thought,A cooling breath, with kindness wrought. Rose’s bold crimson sparked quiet flame,Jasmine’s pale star soothed

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