Here I am,
entering this month like a breath upon the wind,
wrapped in the hush of sacred petals,
where white flowers bloom in whispers of light
Moon-pale magnolias cradle my spirit,
their fragrance a song older than time,
lilies bow in reverence to my footsteps,
as if they have known me before my birth
The air hums with the language of orchids,
each petal a verse, a prayer, a prophecy,
and in their softness, I am seen—
clear as crystal, unburdened, free
Here I am,
draped in Jasmine’s embrace,
where purity is not perfection
but the courage to bloom again and again
I trace my fingers along ivory roses,
their thorns do not wound me—
they teach me the balance of beauty and strength,
the dance of surrender and resilience
I breathe in the morning’s hush,
watching alabaster blossoms drink the sky,
and I know—I am of them, they are of me,
translucent in truth, radiant in becoming
Here I am,
crowned in the quiet glow of petals,
whispering my name to the flowers—
and they whisper it back in love–
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