By: Czarina Leon
I picked up a seed in a place where I found friendship
and left with it tucked in my pocket.
Tints of the earth turned brown from green but not the seed,
it grew unyielding despite the blaze around it.
How it was nurtured is still a mystery
but how it continues to grow is not.
I still have it with me hidden from the flames,
not a seed but a flower that blooms in fire.
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