She sat like a lily who,
in the shadow of a summer storm,
is bent towards the ground,
and drops of rain fall from her head.
The darkness forces her to close up,
to shut her petals in wait
for when the sun's rays come
through the distant forested hills.
When dawn finally arrives,
the warmth of the sun will draw her
out,
dry the rain left on her,
and tempt her petals to open.
-Zero
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