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New Birth

By Ella Kang


Amongst the thicket of frost

A slight glimpse of light slips in

Swaying out the cold

Faintly conferring its warmth


Ain’t a trophy

Yet, still honored


Ain’t an halo

Yet, it shines


From the weeping greys

The green yawned out


From the awakening greens

The red bloomed out


Blizzarding glaze of pollutants

Singing her out

Enchantingly knocking on the blossoms 

Alarming before the army of bees swing by


Parade of scarlet petals

It was the New Birth.


By Ella Kang


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