The Thorns and Flower

Within the streams of power, comes the root.

As we see it, so shall it take root. In the beginning, this takes time. As that begins, in motion, so will the direction enter into passage.

The thorns. They know who you are, as the makers of purpose through responding to experiences that shape over time.

To compel with attraction and to make the presence felt. The hopes to never repeat again. The repetition is mockery disguised in red. With means that derive as a form of protection with painful measures.

When closely examined, the parts once feared, lead to mercy without repair. The flower in its original state.


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