I used to think that the flower is yet to bloom
Since spring has passed and summer is too warm
Autumn is the season to come
And in winter, the sun loses his charm.

Maybe it’s not going to be her year, I thought
So, I let her be…

But one lonely night…
I woke up shivering due to a strange dream
My eyes caught a glimpse of her under the dim light
And I saw her petals dancing with delight

Now I know that she needs not the right season
Nor the great sun that shines at noon
But for her is the gloomy moon
When it’s crescent, the flower would bloom…

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