Hanakotoba

The language of flowers.

Gentle one,
So delicate and fragile
Your beauty blooms
With the rising sun.
Each petal kissed by the light
Blushing red, nothing to hide.
The night fades
Morning wakes
There you are little one
Waking with the sun.
Welcoming the day
Far be it for me to complain.
If you can bloom and shine
So does another day of mine.

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