Blossoming
The bud hiding the natures hues,
Impatient for night to come
stands shy among leaves:waiting
As the sun closes the door
The cool moon with softest shine
Hugs the bud: unwinding.
Soft touches of the dews
Tickling as the petals unfurl
As fragrance spreads : exalting .
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