Strength Beyond Our Own
From foundation’s quivering form springs forth
A bud of last resort,
Though death so near, so void, so cold
Grips with pointed claw,
Life’s foundation must persist
Despite pressing weariness, to exist
Exerting strength of heart and soul
Unrecoverable if should fail,
This last effort to withstand
Night's oblivious kiss
A bud is born
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