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Blooming in the wild

Surrounded, yet all alone

Craving for attention

Dancing with the rain to attract

Crossing over to another season

Covered in snow

Trying to peek from the white

In the absence of its tribe

Proud of its colors

The beauty it is blessed with

No less than any of its counterparts

In this jungle of thoughts

Wild is the spirit that beholds

Wild is my blooming flower.

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