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A gentle breeze
Caresses the still pond
Where willows weep
And thoughts can't sleep.

The lilies glide
Over the surface
Their white petals
Shining with potential.

One stands out
With its roots so deep
And its pink sheen glistening
With a unique, ambiguous glow.

So subtle
Yet so remarkable,
That a dragonfly
Takes pause in flight.

— The End —