A lotus softens thy retina,
As moon waves cleanse to their purest;
Which vocalizes her essence touching our tongues:
Either holding within or praising tis visual presence.

The lotus bears its' highest order, alone, floating -
In an ocean of followers amongst others,
Giving fragrance eternally 'n' universally;
Only in silence they'll hear her words,
To those willing to heed.

Seeds of a lotus can germinate after 1300 years!

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