Open

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Stay open

when the sun is out.

Let it warm my face with grace.

Pull in the petals

when the icy wind moves in.

Protect, I must.

But,

when the predatory wind

has thinned

to a gentle breeze,

and the sun again

searches out my face,

remember then, toward the light,

I bloom.

 

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