Oh! The days
and the nights
spent fighting
this inner fight.
She Paradox,
Nitroglycerin
poured into a box
of crystal so thin…
About to burst,
ready to blow…
slaying in a flash
any standing foe
foolish enough to
misjudge her force,
blinded by her deep
sorrow, of course!
But her fears fed
her fire, and her fire
dried her tears, and
the more she suffered
the higher held her shields!
She Paradox,
Nitroglycerin
poured in a box
of crystal so thin…
Not sure yet if the
clock is ticking, or
if the hardening glass
will end up salvaging.
Cyranny's Cove 
Wow! 😊
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Thank you 🙂 xx
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.
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Thank you, Danny 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Replied on Danny’s post.
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I’m taking the liberty of copying your comment in my post’s comment box 🙂 Just in case… I sure don’t want to lose it somehow! Thank you again! xx
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Go and earn more … for you have captured the elusive elegance of the perfect placement of words.
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*Bowing (almost) elegantly*
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Thanks for sharing Cyranny’s post!
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LOVE IT :0
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Thank you, Count! And I love your enthusiasm 🙂
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ellenbest24 said: ‘Wow! A round of applause could be heard from the crowd. A standing ovation, a roar so loud a poet like this knows how to feel proud as he takes his encore with a flourishing bow.’
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