Thursday, March 12, 2026

Bouquet of Fire and Moonlight

I am more than a flower you can pick. 

I am a bouquet of beauty; the scent of desire, the fragile petal and graceful stem, alive with color. 

A quiet fire burns at my center, breathing life into an unforgettable garden. 

I stand tall in the sun, and in moonlight, I bloom.

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