In murky depths, where shadows softly sleep, a crimson lotus rises strong and deep. from muddy browns, it  breaks with vibrant hue,a whisper of passion forever new. It's petal unfold , a tale of love untold, a fiery heart courageous and bold. Each crimson curve, a painters fervent art, a testament to nature's tender heart. It drinks the sun, a spirit pure and bright , unaffected the shadows of the night. It dances freely, above the troubled tide, a symbol of triumph, with pride and grace. This blossom speaks of ferver, fierce and true, a reminder of connection. It wishpers tales of love, so deep and vast, a timeless beauty, forever meant to last.