Reborn - Poem by night bloosom
here comes the flashes of lucid dreams.
This is my portrait,
and I smudge it with dormancy.
I watch it ever so quietly.
Discreetly as possible.
As life blossoms an illustration of renewal.
Inviting clarity into the pit of the core.
In its purest form.
Fuzzing the valley of fervor.
Aglow, illumination of this small chamber.
Each sector transmuting destruction to life.
Into a collaboration of radiant lights.
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