The spring allows new hope for planted seeds
A softer love will grow from tainted ground;
Don't say the rose was never meant to breathe
Those tiny petals are her only sound
Call upon the rain to stop her wilting
Demand the storm to turn from black to grey
Melting ice has summer feeling guilty
But winter song has one more note to play
A cooler breeze will gently kiss her lips
While warmer sunshine incubates her skin
Remove the rose from winter's selfish tricks
And find a place where she can bloom and give
More seeds will fall to multiply new hope
To breed the path where lovers come and go
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