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Flower Chide IV,Scentfold
They all circled Lotus, voices steeped in fret, Which no bloom or blade had spoken yet. “She’s not of the ring,” they said without sway, “And what grows apart should not be asked to stay.” Lotus did not smirk, nor cast a scroll, He let their fears complete the role. Then offered nothing but a phrase like tar: "Your unity will take you all far.” They all returned back to shaded plots Grief coiled in them like tangled knots. Their scent no longer stirred the mood, Something sacred splintered in the wood. Distance crept between the roots they shared, And made them foes, their grace impaired. Azure remained mute nor did he lift what fell, even though he knew that wound too well. Rose found Muir near the Scentfold's bend Where winds keep secrets, they cannot lend. Muir breeze retreated soft and slow And tugged her thoughts in undertow. “You long to leave, do you know the price?” Asked Muir, his voice like cold-cut ice. “I just want a glance,” Rose whispered low, "The kind that names can't bear to know." “Only one petal may pass the wind, The rest stays bound to what you’ve been.” Muir howled a long, unraveling cry, as if the wind itself mourned the why.
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