poetry~!
"There is a seed that blooms but once, that shapes all mortal hearts.
A birth of light that while it lasts
Doth in peace all worry cast:
A pain that heals, a whisper loud, yet when its sparkèd
Glory is past then doth man learn its nature true
The lighter side, the dizzied cry, the brazen hue,
Is within the darkness bound.
For in that dark doth love endure: the lover gone
It blooms anew."
–Silvaríel of Arnor
