Wee Valentine Poem
one flower among many,
yet she smiles to the sun,
because she's never been forgotten.
her fragrance stuns the troubled mind,
silk petals sooth wounds,
and her courage bears heirs among
the vulnerable souls.
Ode
Rise up towards the dawning red, never a hostage to that stolid fiend, the moor of despairs - Your flames burn those fermenting shadows, where an indolent spawn was birthed from tears of seasonal limbo. Walk tall through wintry haars and in the dead of the night, cast your wrath around and avail yourself a new Kingdom!
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