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lost in a cruel spring of blooms and colors; you keep losing your shrinking sense of hope; grew a confusing island of violet ores; can't remove the grip of the withering green rope.
waiting eagerly for what seems like a lifetime; anxious that no buds will ever show; standing still through the winter like frozen thyme; even how hard you wish, the miracle would never flow.
but the sun rises, and old storms pass; a new spring will eventually, in time, emerge; a flower that appears as pure as glass; the beauty you have within will finally surge.
with those heavy rains and light of self-belief; you'll see rainbows shining through your broken leaf.
