AND STILL BLOOM


    Is it hard to hang


    there, never touching


    the ground, a stranger


    to silly things like


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    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?