Like treading on thin ice
Ready to crumble to dust
At the slightest wrong choice
Powerful with no limits
Til extinguished
Comes and goes
In the blink of an eye
Not always straight forward
But never with ill intentions
Like flowers in the spring
It blossoms and glows
Yet struggles
To grow

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