Poem: Untitled

[jakebe]

I don't think I ever named this poem, and I don't think it will ever need one. I like it mostly as it is, but I messed with the last line because as it stood it didn't...ring right. Now it's closer, but I'm not sure if it's *right* where I want it to be.

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In the midst of every fire
there is a seed waiting to awaken;
every snowflake carries with it
the threat of spring.
All darkness contains
its choice to end,
and it is for this reason
we can laugh
even when our heads are underwater
and our lungs can't spare the air.