Soft new leaves emerge On the beech hedge: green delights! The scent of cut grass Awakens all the senses: Wondrous rebirth Of teeming Nature. Flesh pink And snow white blossoms Are heavenly. Sweet moments Of time in English Gardens vibrate forever.
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