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Daisy & Rose

~ Daisy~ Blooming in the wild, scattered across forgotten meadows — waltzing with the wind, bound to untamed earth, humming to the chirping orchestra, kissed by storms, sun and pearling moonlight alike.

Their beauty, is an ecstatic chaos — blooming in tribulation, a rebellion against the hands that seek to tame, undaunted by the mysteries of the world.

~Rose~ Flourishing in the cultivated, sheltered within manicured gardens, trimmed, nurtured, petals kissed by watchful eyes, glowing with the radiance of care, sculpted by tender hands, delicate, adorned, blooming under the weight of admiration.

A beauty — that bleeds for the love it holds, forever aching between thorns and desire.

~Paradox~ Yet, "What is a flower, if not a manifestation of the earth's longing?" One survives on defiance, the other on devotion. Yet, both carry the same ache — to be seen, to be loved, not as an ornament, not as a wild thing, but as they are — roots, thorns and all.

Two paradoxes, blooming in harmony.

~ by Raaga Sree Bade (sonnetsandstroke)

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Resilience of the shore

Serenely,

the shore surrenders to the tender embrace of the waves —

gentle yet tempestuous,

graceful yet unrelenting,

allowing them to shape its edges.

Yet, in their wake,

it emerges adorned with delicate shells.

So too must we let life ebb and flow,

its joys and tempests washing over us,

wielding the power to choose —

either to be sculpted by time into wisdom and grace, like the shore,

or to be eroded, like the crumbling rocks.

~ by Raaga Sree Bade (sonnetsandstrokes)

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