Springtime in the Capitol
I feel like a tulip in the snow
Mourning something that is ending
Yet simultaneously excited for new life
A perfect dichotomy
The flash of bright, vibrant, electric color
Against the devoid, blistering, piercing absence of it
Both run deep
And yet amongst the finale
Comes a beginning
A circle that never ends
As the beginning and the end blur
I feel like
A tulip
Somewhere stuck
Between the unique crystallizations of snowflakes
And the chlorophyll of petals
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