The Lotus
Grown in the dirt Living with all the odds Yet immune to the temptations This society throws at her. She is the epitome of Purity. The virtue of goodness flows Through her body. She knows true love One that is earned by facing Hardships and obstacles. She is the inspiration to the mortals. Her grace cannot be hidden from the Layers of impurity surrounding her. Her pain is masked by her beauty. Her joy found in her bloom. Her birth speaks of the greatest mystery, One pleasurable miracle that evolves Quitely with the triumph of chaos. And when the world burns in misery And distraught, she calmly contemplates The storm, like a candle's gleam in the darkness, brave as ever, to spread her essence To Mankind.
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