In the midst of winter
In the cracks of the cement graveyard The secret flower blossoms. It is not loud Nor is it bright, or large It is simply there. And if it appears to glow? Well, no one will know At least not yet. In the midst of winter In the cracks of the cement graveyard The secret flower blossoms. -Atlas
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