BB Nothing · Oct 29, 2011
"Fire"

Living in this world has changed me.
But changing the world is why I'm free.
Destroying the old so new can grow.
Mighty and determined, I burn and blow.
I have meaning, just look real close.
The remains I leave bring the beauty of a rose.
My core is strong but mysterious at best.
Because in life, surviving is the test.

 
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