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A blossom learned to keep

her petals closed last winter;

she was unwilling to sustain

the attraction of those intent

on deflowering her.



So, she stood unopened; coated

in a thin film of dewy tears

until the Sun urged her to open

up, planting her where she could

receive care abundantly.



He told her he would shine just

for her. But, she didn't know what

to do with this newfound light, for

before she had grown accustomed

to dry and dreary soil.



The Sun transferred his warmth to her,

expecting none in return. So, instead

of growing in stature-to reach him,

she grew from the outside in, and

became stunted.



She was reluctant to spread her love.

When she finally dispersed her seeds,

the winds had shifted causing them

to fall at her feet where weeds

sprouted, smothering her.

  

By this winter, she had curled up,

doubtful of blooming again. But

she knew nature renewed itself,

and she was confident the Sun

would find her once more.

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