AND STILL BLOOM
Is it hard to hang
there, never touching
the ground, a stranger
to silly things like
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gravity?
How do you cling
to the heights
and still bloom
the most true,
tender shades of pink?
How do I join you,
wreathed in the ashes
of fear and the birth
of newborn courage?