In gardens fair, where blossoms dance, a flower foot goddess takes her chance. Her steps so light, on petals she treads,
a symphony of colors together she threads.
With grace, she moves through meadows wide, a goddess of flora none can deride.
Each step she takes, a canvas anew, a masterpiece of petals & morning dew. A deity of nature, she weaves her art, a flower foot goddess, from soul to heart.
Her presence brings life to every glen, a floral realm where dreams transcend.
In whispered breezes, her name is sung, a goddess of petals, forever young.
This poem was written for me & I absolutely LOVE IT ❤️❤️❤️
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