Hour 3 : Blossom

Standing naked through out

Capturing the winter gloom

Enslaving the chilly winds

Not tired of waiting for the brightest star

Raising her brittle arms up in the sky

As she silently suffered in pain

A day came when she played with the breeze

With the earthy scent of dirt and fertility

Caressing her blushing cheeks

Swaying slowly, giggling with mischief

Her beauty now flourishes in pink

Tiny petals resting on those heavy branches

Softest blanket covering her world

That glittering smile as she glows

Like a princess amidst the pink pasture

Wearing a crown of fuchsia flush.



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