Standing out on some field,
A flower blooming lonely.
Its colors, shy and cold,
Breeze frozen in time.
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With some luck,
No one would dare to pluck it out.
With much luck,
It would withstand the seldom relentless weather.
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A winter flower
Reaching the atmosphere in strength,
Challenging the conditions.
A winter flower
Unaware of its power.
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Blossom, little plant,
And never allow the wind to break you.
Blossom, little plant,
Show us all your beauty.
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A winter flower
Raising over its roots,
Fighting in sensibility.
A winter flower
Unaware of its might.
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Breathing is the Winter,
Around and about the fresh greenery.
And the tiny flower flows,
Fresh life gusting around it.
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A winter flower grows lonely,
As it must at this time.
Shy and cold, only
It can stand proud.
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A winter flower…
With some luck,
No one would dare to pluck it out.
Not as it beams among the fields,
Not as it rests fiercely in colors.
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A winter flower,
Breathing in life.
Vintage Soul Veronica 