They rise from the cold ground.❄️
Quiet.
Golden.
Certain.🌼
***
The wind touches them softly.🍃
They dance without fear.
They don’t wait for warmth.
They bring it.☀️
***
Each petal glows like a promise.✨
Each stem holds a story.
Of light.
Of courage.
Of return.🌱
***
The daffodils don’t speak.
Yet somehow,
I hear them say—
"Bloom again."🌻
***
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