She hadn’t blossomed in
some time,
but her leaves were green and
supple still, strong
from years of
withstanding the weather.
And there was
hope. Spring was
coming. Inside,
she felt the stir,
and wondered if
maybe this
would be her year.
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This edit looks Eastern, like you've been painted with henna tattoos 🙂