The Lotus Flower

A daunting sky releases the moon's glow on the shy lotus sprouting from the cave's hollow splint. The wind bullies her fragile frame but she stands unbreakable. She is unwavering and fearless. The showering rain chills her spine, but the lotus is numb to its touch. It will not control her fore she has learned to weather the storm. So she smiled and danced in the rain and the moon envied the lotus flower of the night.

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