we might have blossomed
from the same soil,
fluttered together like
gold-tinged fireflies.
we might have flown past
high peaks and dense clouds,
past some irksome dragonflies
that had crawled on our skin.
we might have reached this far
not for we were strong,
but because one was just too weak
to accept superficial wars
than fight the inner conflicts
and set herself free.
|kn
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(a/n: will you read a prose poetry book if i published?)