Oh no, my dear fren,

Don't praise my "miracle" —
Words dissect the cage of thought, enclosing me.
A haughty gaze.

I am just a ray of light in the wind,
but choose to subdue the curse of the night;
I am just a drop of water in the cloud,
but choose to become the womb of spring.

I once fell,
Docking in the silence of the soil, rooted in
The silence that no one knows;
I am also Thunder.
Suddenly blooming in the chaotic sky, illuminating you all.
The hidden anxiety in the heart.

I am a soft yet resilient soul,
Breathing just in the body of a woman,
Surging like a red tide, standing still like twin peaks,
Keep the eternal flame alive amidst the grandeur,
Blossoming unyielding flowers in the deep valley.