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Trees shed their leaves
like a second skin;
their flesh is sensitive
to the cold winds blowing.

The winter can feel
like it might last forever,
but spring is coming.

Like a flower waiting
for the right moment to bloom,
love is waiting
for you and me to blossom.

It may seem like a lifetime,
but it will only be
a season of solitude.

I cannot rush time
so I cannot rush love
when it's not yet ready
to spring forward.

But when the snow ends,
I will realize
the wait was worth it.