Aura around new flowers

Ferns and other things green

A mere glimpse of these

Most fulfillingAcross the window

Mind creates a wide world

Welcomes the beautiful

Everything needs a new look

Stains left by passing timeIdentified, washed clean

Weeds uprooted; scars retained

Droplets of rain try to soothe

Dull! not needed!

Unenthusiastic look of it

Sun chooses some to dry

No turning back

Never nudged by the horizons

To stand up strong

Never met by the moon

Who pretends to sleep

Stars hid among clouds

Battle within goes on

Nothing equates each trial

To any other tribulation

Much remains unknown

About the flowers now wilted

Each story unique

For unique reasons.

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