Bloom
A poem

And so as the flowers blossomed, The castle walls melted. The clearing gusts of spring, Crisp, clean and scented.
A thousand unsynchronised wars, Distinguished and dismantled. Revealing myriads of opened doors, Offering refuge for the trampled.
The old and decayed, Rejuvenated beyond recognition, Answering every word prayed, Restoring lost intuition.
Archaic outdated customs rewritten, Giving again rhythm to the stagnant. Shining warmth upon frostbitten, Repuzzling every broken fragment.
The seasons would change over, Challenging the flowers’ existence, Altering forces would attempt to takeover, Seeking to nullify resistance.
But the bestowed wisdom was awake, And the flowers were free, They could not break, They were as malleable as the sea.
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