We harden, needing no one else.
We soften, needs far too many.
We melt.
We stand firm.
Our downfall is our uplift.
Our uplift, our downfall.
Light, heat, warmth.
We weep.
We glow.
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You've got a number of nice blogs. This poem told me this is the one I should follow. Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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