I've witnessed a handful of these delicate flowers come to life at night,
The ones that grow shy and face the moon at times.
Holy colour splashes their petals, they are stunning white,
Named after a God they are, pure as the nature in sight.
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Idyllic
PoetrySerene. Enchanted. Radiant. Hazy. Moonlit. Daydream. Es un destino que colorea todas las bóvedas de un corazón. El corazón que alguna vez fue de color lila.
