Humility turns the April cold. —Michelle Liew.
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They do not stun, but dispel the dark
Flashes of green against the black.
No bugle calls, or glorious spark
Just green lines against the black.
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They seal wall cracks, and stem decay
Not seeking gold, just cool, fresh air.
Their silence speaks, louder than storms say.
Their humility does not despair.
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