The Gilded Petals
Hearing a scene of the prosperous golden breath, countless light and pure translucent crystals are freely unfolding in the light and shadow.
Like the first tendrils that touch the dawn when the ice begins to melt, they interweave to form a poetic prelude of the entire garden of spring.
The warm sun, with an arrogant posture,
illuminates the entire sleeping forest of inspiration.
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