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In quiet bloom they lean,

blush and gold,

carrying a hush only longing knows.

Soft petals hold

the weight of distances unseen,

of voices lost

to the folds of time.

Yellow glimmers

like a sun that never sets,

pink lingers

like a sigh kept beneath the ribs—

unspoken,

yet burning.

Even as they fade,

they do not forget;

their silence

is a promise

rooted deep in unseen soil.