in january's silent tide, it drifts where stillness does abide/
the warmth of light so far away,
whispers of spring through winter's sway/
in quiet depths, it starts to grow,
a secret wish the waters know/
for every ray, for every gleam,
the flower stirs in waking dream ‧₊˚c(❀༉)‧₊˚.
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