Petals folding in dry wind,
wondering, will it ever rain again?
But I will make you new.
I'll paint you with life,
with colors bold and soft.
And you will be vibrant and alive.
Can you feel the happiness
that clings to new colors and reincarnation?
Petals heavy in dry wind,
dropping, from the weight of paint.
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