Lotus

     A young blossomed beauty not known to herself, yet the world show the lavish, yet innocent flower that just began to bloom. A sight that all came o see many grew envious of the young women's untouchable beauty, yet none wanted to harm her. Such sweet and kind words only came from the flowers mouth, but alas such beauty never lasted long. She grew with every passing moon, but even in her illness she only found kind words to say to others. Such a sweet soul and no one knew her name, just her unfathomable beauty that glistened under the stars of twilight. Soon she passed from the world keeping her beauty even in such dark times such as death. Death could not take away such a beautiful kind soul like hers. She lived on only deep in sleep as if magic would reawaken her in a distant future. Not knowing to what to call her, people named after the flower Lotus, since she was as beautiful as one and died so suddenly only to reawaken at another time.   So, ,o

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