As twilight envelops the surroundings,
the plumeria confidently murmurs,
its petals unfurling in a divine dance,
a lover’s bloom in perfect alignment with the stars
Her fragrance confidently
weaves through the night’s embrace,
a seductive spell, a silken trace,
of passion’s pulse in hidden sighs,
where rebirth confidently rises, and nothing dies
Beneath the moon’s enchanted kiss,
she sheds her past in perfect bliss,
a fragrant promise, wild and pure,
of life renewed, forever sure
Her beauty confidently sways gracefully,
teasing like the sensual winds through ancient trees
the hands of time linger still,
captivated as they watch her bloom, her sacred thrill
In this serene moment, the cycle gracefully
concludes and seamlessly begins anew
the plumeria, like we all, understands that in rebirth,
we inevitably experience both ascension and descent
Through every wilt, through every tear,
sensual beauty will reappear,
a quiet strength, a secret art,
the plumeria grows from every heart–
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