13 red flowers blossom in the rain,
tossing and turning new pedals before
the stems and leaves wither away for good. Admirer
of Nature, her beauty holds a dangerous sentiment
mixed with a shot of adrenaline. By next year,
she’ll have made completely anew though she plans
to not even stay that way for the next 365 days.

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