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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
Azimuth

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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