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It's alright to strike fire,
Amongst the forest full of trees,
Where you'll see ,
Most died,
As you trod upon their dead leaves,
Heaped upon the ground,
Like ashes discreet.
And then you see,
Some protruding green,
Of leaves of trees that survived upon its will,
However they're set apart.
An extra out of ordinary,
For they only lacked the necessity-
To be burnt like others,
To be the ashes of the raging flames,
That has grasped their existence-
And thus they're ostentatiously ordinary.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
