Seems to be more than white
Hands lightly touching
Like it lightly kisses water
Smells like open air
Memories of that breath
A sense of eyesight dimming
Bounds exploding
Red is blinding
Urgent need for eager
Roots to drive themselves
Through the depths
A silent wait
Before the opening to life
Lastly joined
Flower to earth
And life to life
Lothus was on their minds

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