This heartbreak is your gift to me
I couldn't grow in dullness of complacency.
Nor break in cycles, shattering into pieces
For alchemy's distillation to purer reaches.
Only dark winters fulfill spring's abundance,
And, pain's a requisite for transcendence.
Entropy's dissolution kindles all deflagration
Into music, dance, and colours of creation.
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