You soft bloom of perfection
& the desire of man,
To capture your real
beauty, the illusive great plan,
Petals in pinks, plums,
creams & if lucky in blues,
Your only real friends,
the moon & early dawn´s dew,
You’re tenderly garbed
in dawn´s sacred wept mists,
Caressed by spring
breeze & by moonlight soft kissed,
Touched by life´s innocent
dreams & life giving breath,
For one day only, then
you must return to your death.
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