Through nature's mirror, a passage unseen,

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To the garden of secrets, let it convene.

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Post or email won't reach the hidden soul,

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Choose a path aquatic, where ripples roll.

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This method mystic, with water's embrace,

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Shall carry your message to the sacred space.

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 In liquid currents, let whispers sail free,

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And the guardian of the garden shall come to see.