The tear that falls on my rosy cheek
Glistens in the light
Like dew on a blossoming posey
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A prism that contains fire, my conflict
Both to grow and for retribution
It stands before me
Separating its white light,
The light of intentions,
Both good and bad
And throws a scurry of colors
Onto the dew
Which in turn
Shows a rainbow parallel
to my petal
Onto the painted watercolor sky
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All conflict has a purpose
The result always ends with a rainbow
Conflict means regrowth
Either following war or after collaboration
There shall always be a rainbow as long as fire still dances.