Fine aura of untouched divinity
cultivated into ornamental beauty.
Blossoming brilliance bites
fiercely into angry frost,
conquering my verdant forest.
Tears ravage my face:
why did you vanish in winter?
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Fine aura of untouched divinity why did you vanish in winter? Author notesPrompt: Magnolia A contest entry
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