Stoic
gallant
bold
you are
red stern
stand erect
tossed
casually
once taken care of
bent out of
shape
yet still you fight
to be seen
faded in places
matted
and dirty
from that time you
flew
free
and landed in
a muddy puddle
only to be
casually
shaken
and left to dry
heroic
elements you have
faced
snow
sleet
sun
and now you rest
in camphor
dwellings
until you are
resurrected once
more
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