I was tiny, I was fragile
The spring flowers that bloomed
Overlooked, I was not like them
Fresh and aromatic was not me
Beneath the surface, I wait
Strong heat waves of passion
To not be seen as a bottom dweller
Alas! I was no longer in the dark
Above the mud, I rose in perfect scent
My pristine petals that took attention
No longer under the earth
This was me, it was my season
The pure white lotus
-written by: honeymelonhitoka
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