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Flora gazes at the gemstone ball
Peeping through her doorway, a call
The fragrance of the blossoms
Aromatic of promises, she skips a heartbeat
Silently she asks to complete the story
Lost somewhere
Along the avenue of time
Silently the flora
Plead for the romance they’ve bloomed for
And as she hears the bells of vows from afar
The night shines
In the hushed voices between
the moonlight and her heart.



Williamsji Maveli

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