Sunshine glows so brightly through the dusty window,
The dormant vase, it's glass seems promising,
Waiting for it's flowers to bloom, they stand on stalks,
Scared of waking up all too soon, like soft chalk
Their white latent simplicity stands tall,
As their shadow lightens the wall,
Burning blossoms still have time to grow,
Though these brighter ones don't seem to know.
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