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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies, There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath, Unbound by season, untouched by death. Tulip leapt bold with a whip of wild cheer, While Sunflower spun where the sky poured clear. Daffodil hummed where the stillness was deep, And Marigold dreamed in the moon’s drowsy sweep. Rose sat composed where the soft winds would land, Her red caught the dusk like a flame in the sand. Lotus drifted in mirrors, serene yet apart, Her petals all closed round a hungering heart. Azure had tended them longer than time, Brushed every stem, tuned each petal to chime. “Beauty,” he murmured, “will no longer be same"— Once mortals confine it to only one name.” Lotus, half-shadow and moon-painted calm, Heard Azure's lament like a break in a psalm. “They’ll crown one as Beauty,” the tiller had sighed— And something within him curled inward and dried. And so, he unspooled his whispers with care, Each one like a tendril uncurling in air. Lotus, adrift in his mirror bound grace, Spoke soft to the Rose of her luminous face. “They sigh when you bloom, they stir when you pass you were shaped for a throne made of glass.” Lotus smiled, just enough, and let silence resume A petal-soft whisper that thickened the gloom. For envy walks sweetest when cloaked in jest, And Rose, for the first time, felt thorns in her chest. Rose blushed, not in bloom, but in tremble and thrill, Half wanting the crown, half fearing the will. Then Lotus, with voice like a ripple in shade, Let rumors unfold in the glens he once stayed, "She sways with a rhythm quite unknown, And the petals around her feel overgrown". To Tulip, he sighed, “She blooms but withdraws.” To Daffodil, “Power moves soft when it gnaws.” But Tulip just laughed, “She still smells like spring. And Daffodil spoke, “She’s rooted past any sting". Lotus then whispered to sunflower and marigold "Rose's shine and warmth feels quite controlled". And Marigold blinked, in a shimmer half-told, “Her glow feels the same, but her laughter feels cold.”
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