Day 52 ... spring hasn't come yet.
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"Winter Hydrangeas" is a poem that literally describes the state of hydrangeas in winter, but it also seeks to portray how easily assumptions can be fostered in everyday life.
ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใใฏๆๅญ้ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใฎๆงๅญใๆใใ่ฉฉใงใใใๆฅๅธธ็ๆดปใฎไธญใงๆใ่พผใฟใใใใซ็ฐกๅใซ่ฒใพใใใใๆๅใใใใจใใใฆใใพใใ
ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใใฏๆๅญ้ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใฎๆงๅญใๆใใ่ฉฉใงใใใๆฅๅธธ็ๆดปใฎไธญใงๆใ่พผใฟใใใใซ็ฐกๅใซ่ฒใพใใใใๆๅใใใใจใใใฆใใพใใ
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Winter Hydrangea
"I am exhausted," said she,
Or did I hear her wrong?
The colours, the textures, the veins.
Everything is
Colourless,
Smoothless,
Lifeless.
"I am dead," said she,
Or, did I hear her wrong?
The colours are desert sand,
The textures are weak cracks,
The veins are desiccated mummies.
- Michie Lyne
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ใ็งใฏ็ฒใๆใฆใใฎใใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใใ็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ๏ผ
่ฒใ่ณชๆใ้่
ใในใฆใ
่ฒใใชใ
ๆปใใใงใชใ
็ๅฝใใชใ
ใ็งใฏๆญปใใ ใฎใใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใใ็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ๏ผ
่ฒใฏ็ ๆผ ใฎ็
่ณชๆใฏๅผฑใไบ่ฃ
้่ใฏไนพ็ฅใใใใคใฉ
- ใใใผใฉใคใณ
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"I am exhausted," said she,
Or did I hear her wrong?
The colours, the textures, the veins.
Everything is
Colourless,
Smoothless,
Lifeless.
"I am dead," said she,
Or, did I hear her wrong?
The colours are desert sand,
The textures are weak cracks,
The veins are desiccated mummies.
- Michie Lyne
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ใ็งใฏ็ฒใๆใฆใใฎใใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใใ็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ๏ผ
่ฒใ่ณชๆใ้่
ใในใฆใ
่ฒใใชใ
ๆปใใใงใชใ
็ๅฝใใชใ
ใ็งใฏๆญปใใ ใฎใใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใใ็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ๏ผ
่ฒใฏ็ ๆผ ใฎ็
่ณชๆใฏๅผฑใไบ่ฃ
้่ใฏไนพ็ฅใใใใคใฉ
- ใใใผใฉใคใณ
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Winter Hydrangea, pastel, M Lyne, 2025.
Winter Hydrangea
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