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The power of fire is the rebirth of many plants. It is fertilizer, it is also the germinator of many seeds.

Your poetry speaks of rebirth, of the power of fire to burn the old and tired so that the new, more beautiful and splendid springs up: The elementary regeneration for the continuation of life. Excellent work, Pryde and the arrangement I loved!

Loved this poem.

Here, my comment :3

This is just beautiful, @prydefoltz.

I've just lost a friend this morning to a terrible disease. I want to think whatever became of her, it is now these buds, which

dance upon boughs
exposed and pirouetting
a blossom crescendo

Like the Phoenix should turn into a flower.