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Eternal Bloom Dance
Written: September 03, 2023
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Under cotton clouds, a bride awaits.
Her building passions burn and blaze,
With petals of hope, her dreams unfurl.
As love's tapestry begins to swirl.
Bathtub battles, raging within her soul,
A tempest of emotions, outside control.
But before the child's time for bed,
She finds solace in the world ahead.
In dreams, she sees bees and birds.
Their gentle whispers, as soothing words.
Ads in the air, they fall apart,
But the blossoms in her heart start,
To bloom and blossom, vibrant and bright,
Guiding her through the darkest night.
Apples in an aged woman's arms,
Symbolize life's charms.
An artwork piece in oil on canvas
Captures her spirit, her dreams, and her passions.
Life's battle calls, "drug on.
To build and build until we're gone.
But even then, back on earth with cover and crust,
The dance of blossoms continues a must.
For life's eternal cycle, it never ends.
From birth to death, it transcends.
So let us embrace this wondrous dance.
With love and hope, let's bear a chance.
In the midst of chaos and strife,
There's beauty in the journey of life.
With each raw day, let blossoms bloom.
Releasing fragrance and dispelling gloom.
In the bride's heart, passion still burns.
As she casts and frames, her spirit yearns.
For the dance of blossoms, forever divine,
A symbol of love, a sacred shrine.
So let us join this eternal dance.
With joy and grace, let's bear a chance.
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