Poem- The softest petals come from a broken Stem

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The softest petal comes from a broken stem

As the life extends into the hope of awakening

True form and true pleasure an illusion

An abrasive form of reality

The solid hope of dreaming in tunes

The lofty smile keeps one awake at night

The stillness

The silence

Lies still with me at night

The trigger of all mankind

The dis-illusion of hopeful

Spite the memories of corruption

I faulter, be wounded

In the silence that stills me

The cold morning, the life after, the dream that pumps my veins

I grow part in reality

I grow part in illusion


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