In all things thought seen...
The world has once again conspired
Culminating in a soft petals bloom
Capturing, the eye of man
Illuminating hope in the darkest room
It is this spark, this aura, this radiance
This ignition of inner quality
Amid viscus conflagrations, striking in its purity
Breaching through your outer identity
Nascent, your inner beauty shines, intensely
Lighting the path of life and love
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