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December Flower
Snow falls gently from the sky.
All life in the open has atrophied.
A well, solo in the orchard, sits dry.
In its shadow lie no signs of defeat.
Red flowers in full blossom.
A whole patch,
as if derived from Heaven.
Nature triumphs over itself.
The pattern of life moves forth.
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