What Is Her Secret
She looked for daffodils
Of course, she found them
Sought out lilies
Found them too
The rest of the world was stuck in grayscale
Feeling dour and disappointed
With unopened concrete minds
Not finding even a tiny violet in a crack
What is her secret? Someone asked.
She believes said another.
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