Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #41: Write about change through chaos. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Tears Reborn
Only God knows all the tears I've cried
May never all be dried
But they splatter to the ground instead
Where a lonely seed lies dead
When the summer's leaves now shattered lay
In winter's slow decay
There they seep beneath the crusty earth
Where seeds await rebirth
But only tears locked away inside
May be lost when never cried
Surely God knows those ones we've finally wept
Will waken seeds that slept
And after winter's long and chilling storms
They'll sprout again when spring is born
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