Life, the stagnant. World's outlook
A slough of despond's.
Whilst the self image, least beloved
Sinks more defeated.
Let be. Faithful to this fact:
Over everything
Blows, for uplift, transformative
What's felt repeated.
Know it for the urge to shine.
I, who bloomed again!
From whence arose, with Fate's question
Conjoined was treated.
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