The crimson and silky-white lotus flowers are daintily blooming in the blazing midday sun, leaning close to each other as if to talk together secretly.
I feel I could hear these lotus flowers whisper calmly about the splendor of this universe, the swift turning of seasons, the merciful blessings from the sun, the busy movement of the insects that visit them, the success of pollination, the end of their flowering, and so on.
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