Monday, July 8, 2024

Fire and flowers

I didn’t make poor choices 

and get dragged to hell by accident, 

this was my path; 

it was my fate. 

I was chosen.

I burn and dance in sun-showers,

and stop to smell the flowers. 

And like Persephone, 

I too am in love 

with the softness of flowers 

and the violent burn 

of stoking fires.

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