Lotus
The lotus blooms in the middle of the pond,
Its petals so pink and white, a pure delight,
Swans circle with grace, with movements in slow pace,
Leaves floating green inspire artis'st view around.
The lover dreams of beauty in her soft hair,
With lotus flowers, blushing pink, so candid,
Like the moon through clouds, her light beyond compare,
A vision very lovely blessed by lord.
The lotus, pure, in calm or storm, stands upright,
With movements in slow pace, swans circle with grace,
Eternal beauty spreads when lotus get old.
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