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White flower, blooming in my garden,

invited me

to sit close.

The buds were saying

you can expect us

within a few days.

We will bloom

in your mind

and spread fragrance

through your thoughts.

The blooming one said

oh,

it wasn’t easy.

Despite rain,

storm,

and scorching sun,

I am indebted

to this nature

that I am able

to bloom.

The chirping of birds

is so sweet,

maybe sweeter

than my fragrance.

Bees are pollinating on me,

and when they tickle my petals

with their restless legs,

I giggle.

Clouds make

all kinds of faces

just to make me smile,

to appreciate me.

And the wind says

oh,

you are so lovely

every time

it touches me.

I hear its whisper.

It may have reached your ears too.

Is that why

you came

to meet me?

Or were you simply

basking in the sun,

strolling through the garden,

and saw me?

I am here

now.

Tomorrow

I may be dry,

or a strong wind

may take me away.

I might elope

with the wind

if it falls deeply in love with me

and tries to pull me

from my roots.

Don’t worry

if you find me on the ground,

dry

and dirty.

That is only

one version of me.

You will see

another

tomorrow.

Nights

are beautiful.

I receive kisses

every night,

and a sparkling gem

that stays with me

till morning.

It feels like

I am wearing

an ornament.

I carry memories

of stars

and moon.

These astral drops

on my petals

may be

their gift.

I might be gone

tomorrow.

You can take

my picture.

And here,

I clicked

one.