On fingertips, a garden grows,
With each stroke, a new flower shows,
From tulips red to lilies white,
Spring nails bloom in the morning light.
With greens like leaves and blues like skies,
Each nail a canvas, a springtime surprise,
A garden of colors, a symphony of spring,
On fingertips, where new beginnings sing.
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