Moonlit tulip withers slow,
Hopeful breezes blow icy low,
Bleeding petals face the stars,
Burning vermillion in cosmic dance.
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Author:
Kiri Noa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2026 11:47
- Category: Reflection
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