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A winter rose.
A dying rose trembles through winter stumbles through the night,
She holds on tight
And seeks for summer and dawn
Her scares deepen
As they point out her flaws.
Yet still, she smiles,
Though to hide the pain,
She smiles.

A blooming spring tulip.
Skin sun-kissed and gold
As autumn leaves.
The star burns bright
Through the night.
The rose blooms still
As it dawns a new day.
She rose again.
© amy☆