𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

We are the glass that shapes the sun,

the thread that binds what comes undone—

so delicate we seem to be,

yet made of dust that outlives sea.

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We are the flame that time forgets,

the embers lit in regrets.

Though years may scatter all we know,

we follow where our ashes go.

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We are the sea’s screaming grace,

the mellow beneath its violent face.

Though tempests rage and storms cry,

we cradle salt and mirror sky

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We are the breath that dares to stay

when love has gone, or lost its way.

And though trembled by the our weight of pain,

we hope to know the shape of joy again.

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We are the light in fractured things,

the spirit in broken kings.

In every fall, there's strength to gain,

For broken wings can still sustain.

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We are the myth, the seed, the stone—

placing ourselves in brittle throne

the stuff that bursts to stay intact,

the stuff that blooms on impact.

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So let the world believe we shatter,

May we focus on things that matter—

since they'll never see the fire concealed

accept the struggle, but never yield.

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For what is life, if not to shake

fragile things that never break?