Beyond the waste, a garden blooms in gold,Where heliotropes incline to a hidden sun;The flora here is violent and bold,In shades of vermeil and of cinnamon.The petals breathe a soporific musk,That lulls the intellect to velvet sleep;The world is caught in an eternal dusk,Where logic founders in the fragrant deep.Liana vines, like serpents made of silk,Entwine the limbs of statues pale as bone;They drip a nectar white as mother’s milk,Upon the moss of the forgotten throne.The traveler fights the urge to close his eyes,Amidst the splendor of these floral lies.
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