There's nothing stronger than a made up mind
It spawns a universe where there is but void
The math all add up in complex division
A heart measured
Will weighs in
Apply pressure
To the future that begins
From the word struggle
As soon as we notice
The blooming flower
May not be a burgeon
Aided by the soil
But rather a simple act
Unfolding in spite of it
Father accepted the swan,
Her journey,
And the slow burn
He may no longer know her
And his grief, as with every elation
Is real, but only truly experienced
Alone
danDAman 