By the kiss of suns grace I bloom. Mystery of becoming written within the veins of my gleaming petals. My pollen carried on the shoulders of bees rigorous in their duty. Dust of my intent, delicate scent of my love song scattered into the winds care. Elements embrace me as I wax and wane, sentinel to the exquisite celestial dance of day and night. Ever patient, never lost to purpose awaiting the moment that will pluck me, immortalize me. Steadfast as my glimmer of life is lived, until all that remains are my whispered missives and the distant kiss of my loves intent.
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