TRY READING THIS FROM THE BOTTOM UP TOO (as explained here https://commonsensiblyspeaking.wordpress.com/2020/05/15/whittled-words-reverse-poem/)
It was there by the sea
Where cooling breezes blew
A garden for blind eyes
I walked in there one day
I smelled delicious scents in this new place
On the top of the cliff
My memory takes me there
When I need revival
On black days
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