From depths of mind I walked the shore,
Where broken ribs and jutting beam
Lay buried half in sand.

And there at waters edge, pristine
A lotus white had death defied,
From distant muddy depths it seemed
All wisdom, innocence combined.

Though tempted I continued on
And left the single flower there.

Then feast my soul!
A burst of blooms appeared.
Crowding every laden branch
Were lotus blossoms white,
A blaze of countless trumpets,
Each a gift,
To life!
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