Blooming flowers,
a charming sight,
a reminder of life in Eden
and its shimmering light.
Petals open, like eyes divine—
a bittersweet reminder
of the rise and fall from heaven.
In blooming flowers,
I find ecstasy,
a quiet reflection of life's cycle,
its enduring rhythm.
In their beauty,
I discover peace,
a gentle reminder to cherish
the precious release
of the true self.
MyKoul
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