From ashes reborn,
Beauty and brilliance
flames made familiar no longer burn
Blooming
far far above them all
afflictions below now bare blunt teeth
Boughs strengthened by adversary
cannot be cut
by the same hand
Yet the beguiling colors of the sky
will not rid of underhanded vines,
however, nor will purge the tender and kind
Proud and certain
only because thou lean on
no other
It's always the tallest of flowers
adorning itself with the most
thorns
Does it not get lonely
so high up there?
Skies, though harmless, are only silent colors
Shape thou petals
into wings
but a flower cannot fly
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For those who rose a little too high from the ashes,
Let adversary strengthen but not cool your heart
Not all that surround you are weeds

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did i love you yesterday
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry of love in between its bloom and wither