Shining disk of spangled sun:

halo glow around

a flower framed by light’s last rays–

while shadows fill the ground.

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Petals spark translucent bright

royal purple shades:

the mottled light tone’s majesty

as daylight slowly fades

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Creeping shadows crawl the sky:

diminished sparks behind.

The flower holds its beauty still

though all the world goes blind.

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So may I love the dayspring word,

the path that makes my ways

in sun splotch light or evening gloom

a flower bloom that stays.