There are tiny beautiful flowers
That only open in the wind -
The cold Easterly breeze
Purified a soul that sinned.
There are tiny beautiful flowers
Blooming in my heart -
The frigid wind was welcome
For what it did impart.
There are tiny beautiful flowers
Thriving in my soul -
Sometimes we're trapped in a focal point,
So cannot see the whole.
There are tiny beautiful flowers,
Multiplying in my mind;
When all is said and done with,
Cold wind was simply kind.
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