The white bloom’s blossoms shimmer
Their glimmer in winter
The balm they put on their petals to glister
In there, this inner shield to splinter
To become open
Unfolding old tales to behold
Rolled off dew drips from its fold
As it sheaths the sunbeam’s shine, bold
And is lulled to sleep in the cold
To become closed
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