Renowned for her smile, mystical,
And lethal, it charms, every greedy heart,
To embrace it's doom, if left her lifeless.
As you grab her, to read what's scribbled,
On her petals, which is now withered,
It unravels a mystery, rooted in passion,
A letter to her beloved, wrote with devotion.
Silence is a fire and thirst on same twig,
Beholds a life-nectar, so ancient.
Nurture it with treasures of past,
Or quench its thirst, destiny awaits !
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