Pure, framed amongst a garden of serenity,
You bloomed, a spectacular vision,
Arousing sensuality, your sanctity, an abstract of sacredness.
Amidst you, stood the ones of colors display,
Some in shades that beguiled the garden to wakefulness,
While others sashayed in a dreamy semblance.
Silent steps tread the garden’s footpath,
They, that bore those steps gaped and gasped at your glory,
More so than the others.
The flowers that beguiled, strained for acceptance.
They defined vogue, though relegated silent contenders,
They cavorted, they whirled to consciousness,
Their need for acceptance unequivocal.
But you, you were elegantly surreal, a desirous white,
Your attire, in tender reverence,
Your prudence, your uprightness,
Not seeking attention, your brazen humility,
Like the color of your petals,
You, unassumingly became worthy of exaltation.
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