Freedom

Like a rose that grows admist the
Rubble
Of a city crushed
And devastated by nuclear winter,
Gray ash strewn about, falling
From the bone pale sky
Growing with the tender, gentle desire
To be, love
Beautiful in its fragile courage,
The might and main of vulnerability,
We dance
In the undetermined space

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