As a flower,
desperate to bloom
on a cold night.
A flower may
take longer,
but a cold night
may not stop the bloom.
She feel's the wind,
She feel's the crawling.
She doesn't ask herself;
why? where? or when?
She only let's it be.
To live the present
is to live forever.
To love now
and those around her
make her grow.
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