"One must have a little chaos in themself to give birth to a dancing star"
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Must I compare thee to a summer's day?
When thou art the wintry tempest
of the most powerful night,
the power you hold ethereal,
your person most divine.
You cannot be a summer's day,
for thou art the blooming spring
Perfumed air, singing with muliebrity
engulfs you in it's divinity,
taking inspiration from the way you grow,
from your ashes, like a phoenix, you take flight.
And if you were a summer's day,
you'd be a burning sensation
of undying passion- nature's promise
of a better tomorrow.
More than being just lovely and temperate,
thou art a force of nature to be reckoned with.
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