my joy is like a sword with a single-minded blade
doing battle in the tall grass.
smoke and ashes mingle with triumph; bringing the sweet smell of deep perfection.
the heat withers the leaves yet brings flowers to bloom outside their season,
and i stand here trembling...
my sweat dripping
my heart racing
i'm here to do battle on the side of joy.
I like this, the happier- or should i say more joyful side. Great imagery.
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