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A Growing Idea One seed. A minuscule grain of life, Placed into fertile ground, Remembered and cared for, Bursts forth from its earthen bedsh..

Forward Break forth! Cut your chains, let none question, listen only to your own true self Not the self that you own, that you claim The one..

Fire Loudly the call sounds Orange tinges the night sky Death’s omen soars high

Love Joy beyond measure Lifting, carrying onward There is nothing else

Hope A dancing candle Incandescent light burning Piercing blackest nightmares

There is not anything I can say that the poem doesn't.

This poem is about a fencing bout. I feel it accurately describes the emotions of true fencing.

This poem is about gentle death at old age.

This is a poem about Happiness, it is as simple as that. Follow the imagery and go with it.

This is a poem about working in a forge. Focus more on the sounds of the words more than their meanings.