Little flowers outside my window grow.
Shades of fushia and violet, in the warm year they flourish.
Through autumn's heavy breeze they remain,
and in the end bow to winter's frost.
Little flowers, I shall see them again in verdant spring.
Though time and season change, they always come back to me.

Samantha Ashley

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