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by Amaranthine
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The flower impatiently grows;
Trying to beat the cold white snow.
Stretching it's slender stem and green leaves;
Petals starting to bloom as the moon dies.
Swaying in the wind but still standing strong;
Even this flower will one day move along.
Leaving small seeds behind, anxiously awaiting spring.


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