When the withered leaves would return
Turn green through yellow, from the brown
The ash will reformed into trees lush, green
As such is the realization of absolute loving
It would not be a frail, brittle natured emotion
It is an astonishing beast, unleashed unbirdled
To undo the years of undoing, of self harm
It is difficult to love in absolution, surrender
If the flames burn the wings of a moth
Love would resurrect it like a phoenix Outshining the flames, you owe it to yourself
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