Creative destruction

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An explosion is nature:
A crimson bud blooming,
Erupting, petals unfurling,
Shaking the earth to its core
With a low, seismic roar.
In its wake, the streamlined beauty of
A clean slate, as when fires sweep
Through forests, leaving an ashen ground
From which tiny buds rise,
Blossom like dynamite.





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Inkspired said...
Jul. 19, 2009 at 8:59 pm
I love the title and the poem!! This is so original and amazing, you have created an amazing poem here!
 
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