I am a flower who stands in the rain,

I am the sun that shines through the clouds.

Consider me a nightingale who sings in the dark,

Consider me the first blossom of a chilled spring.

I am the first glistening of dawn,

I am the warmth in the air you breathe.

You cannot control me,

And you have no power over me.

T – 17/03/20

Photo by Georgia Hunt

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