...
becoming solid
by layers
one, love
two, anger
three, truth
four, a deep substance that always lay deep within, waiting to be ignited.
now i implode in bursts
the sudden explosion of flowers blooming in a field
after the storm settles
i will no longer be like the wind
but like the tree with strong roots, reaching arms, trembling leaves
that grows both inward and onward
and is
indestructible
i will be like that tree
the best friend of my childhood days
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