Flora’s Duel In a host of blades, a dream unfolds, Where blossoms gather in furious debate. Whose hues can pierce the heart? Scarlet, azure, sunken gold - Each whisper twists and turns like a fawn.
Who reigns in the wild garden? The winds weave stories about flying petals, While ribbons of morning dew Wrestle with shadowy thoughts, Under a shroud of whispering trees.
- Hugo Ball