
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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