Stop poking the ground.
Stop telling the seeds to sprout out and grow now now now!
Sigh... this is not my season yet.
But I shall be that late bloom.
That will stand in stark contrast to the whiteness of snow.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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