Ever paid attention to the delicate beauty of a Peony?
Of how she changes colors, becoming fragile it seems.
Turning lighter, paler, softer, in shades she gleams.
Like a dancer's tutu, or swan's ruffled feathers, she unveils.
When her petals slowly open, revealing her inner secrecy.
She last discloses a most enthralling, intriguing intimacy.
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