White paleness hangs her head so sadly
Weary from the passing year so badly
She sleeps in tears, the year searing
Into her soul
Can she ever let it go?
There is frost on her heart
There are questions of why
And lonely sighs
A stolen kiss goodbye
Her head hangs so sadly
Shaking in the winter wind,
A flower so delicate and gentle
Surviving harsh winter
Is a testament
To her inner strength and survival;
Her hidden fire within
To let go is the dream
To wave goodbye to cold winds
To be renewed in spring again.
To relish in the warmth again
To accept a touch and tender hug again.
Her inner fire can melt the frost
She must find her fire and warm her heart
She must learn to lift her head
And welcome the start
Of a newly born fresh new year,
Burgeoning with hope and exciting possibilities
The dream of the snowdrop is to love again.
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