A Lesson from a Flower in Snow
There is a stubborn boy in the snow,
whose name I don't know.
Like a fire in the ice,
the only color in the white.
Then I touch, watch, even filch,
for it is the hope of my life.
Coldness helps the fire burn,
warmth puts everything into silent demise.
Nobody notices such flower exists,
since the trust trespasses truth in this case.
Ignorance joins awful arrogance,
blinds every everlasting eyes.
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