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Dare the Flower
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Early Years Muffled silent, winter night
Aglow with soft surface bright,
Fills the air that’s still around me
Frozen white, smallest flowers…
So delicate were these
They melted at the touch of me,
And because I could not take them
The more precious they seemed to be.
I’m longing for tomorrow
And a flower I can hold,
Its sweet scent to borrow
And its petals to adore
Flowing art, and wild colors
With her these things I’ll share
But now I sit impatient
And wait for a flower who will dare.
