Pure, framed amongst a garden of serenity,

You bloomed, a spectacular vision,

Arousing sensuality, your sanctity, an abstract of sacredness.

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Amidst you, stood the ones of colors display,

Some in shades that beguiled the garden to wakefulness,

While others sashayed in a dreamy semblance.

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Silent steps tread the garden’s footpath,

They, that bore those steps gaped and gasped at your glory,

More so than the others.

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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.

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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,

Outshone,

You, unassumingly became worthy of exaltation.

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