The Reformer


I am a fire unquenchable
Each day, reflamed by illusions.

I am a wreath of flowers
Each one, a solitary gem forged
to recolour the earth into greens.

I am a crescent of pigments
each fragment, reformed into
sticks, cannons, and blades.

I build. I make. I recreate.
I am Art
The symphony of nature
in talking stanza’s;
each character, a reformer.

I am a writer
Leaves of tulips.

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