A fragile flower, struggling upright in the harsh breeze
A small spark that illuminates the darkest day
Secret longings that can never know daylight
The power to be better that knows not struggle's end
An ethereal life of happy possibility
May live within the center of a grayed reality
Where the winds heed your wave and call
Where many happy endings may be had
Your grace is in knowing that this place draws breath
A glimmer of hope where hopelessness plays for keeps
Many times thinking such joy is undeserved
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