It's a battle between the blooms
The dahlia firing like a red drum
The camellia so delicate and exhausted
As the wormwood sprouts
The gillyflower croaks
The mimosa so easily persuaded
By the giant jonquil inevitably casting shadows
The stephanotis crunches dried up and shriveled
The daisy stands in the middle keeping her vision clear
unlike the young maidens who have once sought their fortune
She awaits her purpose
may the day of sacrifice come
drink thy wine and clear thy mind
And all may stand in peace
A bouquet of unity
Bound by the stems of acacias
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