23/04/2026
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I only open when the light touches me.
They call me the daughter of the wind, though it is the sun that wakes me.
I am patient… I take my time before I bloom.
I grow slowly, quietly, faithful to the place that holds me.
I appear when winter is still fading,
a soft sign that life is returning.
Some say I was born from a tear of love.
Maybe that’s why I am so fragile…
and why I never stay for long.
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Anemone nemorosa
Wood anemone
Anémone des bois
Busch-Anemone
Anémona dos bosques