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i witnessed a flower wilted by winter,

toiling amid crisp particles of frost,

burdened, barely billowing buds to life.

upon seeing such an orchid planted alone,

quietly suffering in the dark,

my heart reached for my hand.

though i do not understand

the flower wilted, alone, i took it in my coat

forsaking my own warmth,

wrapping carefully its roots upon my breast;

and i felt the flower open and close,

as would an autumn rain.

soil were its needing, my soil will suffice,

a droplet of ice quenching the flower's thirst tonight.
i opened the blinds, briefly, allowing in the light.

after winter i will see whether the flower

wilted will weather till the spring.

and i will sing to the flower daily,

the rains within my heart will cry

beside the petals it imparts.

if the flower lives the flower lives in me;

and if the flower sleeps, together we shall dream.