You said you would bloom
On Christmas morn.
Your shrouded in ice.
Can you bloom? I’m torn.
Time will tell. For we must wait.
Sit and anticipate.
Shooting for the stars. One moment at a time.
Shooting for the stars. One moment at a time.
You said you would bloom
On Christmas morn.
Your shrouded in ice.
Can you bloom? I’m torn.
Time will tell. For we must wait.
Sit and anticipate.
Beautiful. Cunningly enough, I have a rose that bloomed a few days ago. It will be on my next blog.
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Love that! We always have one else busy blooming in winter. I cannot figure out why as it should be too cold, but it is so fascinating. Glad we are not he only ones!
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That is fascinating! I love how surprising it is when they bloom out of season.
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*Funnily! not cunningly!!!
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