When flowers bloom at heart,
Pearly smiles harp.
Silvern songs, carve,
Heaven in all nerves.
When flowers bloom at Blue Ridge,
Eyes cannot abridge,
Bliss in luster,
Paradise in natures muster.
When flowers bloom in heaven,
Shakyamuni smiled in joy.
Rain of colours leavend,
Breeze of love buoyed
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