Brilliant Years

You, are the one and only scenery in this mortal world, the gentle breeze of spring, brushing against my cheek, taking away, the crystal tear, that had been lingering in my eyes, without me even knowing.

You, are the tender sprout, still in its swaddling clothes at the break of dawn, willing to struggle, to come into this world, carrying resilience and stubbornness, never giving up.

You, are the white lotus, above the jade-green spring in the heat of summer, pure and pristine, standing proudly amidst the silt, never losing your integrity.

You, are the winter plum, shivering in the biting wind, as the gale howls like a ghost, unable to wash away your spirited backbone, swaying in the wind, never to fall!

This, is the vow of your life, silently proclaiming to the world, immortal forever!

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