Our Flower
In this light
Our flower is temporal.
From seed, planted in wet earth,
Potential to unfold.
To bud, infant life
Innocent to Time’s story.
To bloom, the perfect burst of
Its dance of life in Sun, our
Beauty in its own rays
Forgotten in decay, for
Time in this light is but
An arrow to ash.
From ash to new light,
The mystery, where
Our flower is always in burst,
Blazing the finest,
Indescribable spectrum,
Our essence in timeless bliss.
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