They burnt dry once
parched ashes left
bleached fertile ground
left site bleak ...
and then,
cold winds blew
soft rain fell
a soft sun shone...
no Phoenix rise
slowly gained life
germinal grew
tender caring fed ...
touched seen unseen,
held distant hand
wore distant smile
sang distant song ...
a cool flame swayed
like a tell tale told
what wonder can be
if a seed is live
is left to breathe
to seek to find
to reach to be
it's heart's content
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