Spring season š±
Withered flowers donāt bloom again,
even when spring returns.
The beauty of spring
is born from autumnās quiet sacrifice.
So donāt try to revive
what has already ended.
Create again. Begin again.
Some scars wonāt fadeā
and they donāt have to.
Like the roots of a tree,
they remain,
not to hold you back,
but to remind you how you grew.
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