Best Probity Poems

The heart can carry pain like a talisman.
Warding off further pain.
Encased in hebetude.
Wallowed in a plethora of flummox.
Like a butterfly in chrysalis.
A radiant sapphire evanescent.
Rhapsodic felicity turned idyllic melancholy.
But the butterfly quiescent must not,
Forever remain in this state.
For aeonian probity is promised,
If the heart rises...

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