The Awe of White Flowers
Regardless of kingdom, class or division,
Whether labelled exotic, tropical or wild,
All white flowers are favored by my vision
As pure perfection, peaceful and undefiled.
White blooms whisper a symphony crescendo,
Dancing and thrilling my inner light with awe.
Ivory buds melt stress snarls to a mellow,
Spiritually enhancing, soul deep thaw.
My inner spark glows fresh, pristine elation
Beholding white petals thick, crisp purity.
Vivid white softens life with calm creation
Of unsullied, ideal clustered surety.
White flowers grow innocent serenity
Displays with chaste, passionate, pacifist ways
To gift bouquets of velvet tranquility
And genuine, snow-calm softness to my days.
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