though grown in dirty marshes
its way more than all beauties
its a sight to hold
i have been so told.
in a river velvet blue
lotus leaves swing in the breeze
little red lotus
accompanies boats at dusk.
in movies so many
lotus i have seen
blooming a bright red
beautiful, like in a dream.
so peaceful it would be
to sail a boat
lotus trailing its tail
lotus smelling faint.
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