The oceans cannot weather me
The winds cannot move me
The flames cannot burn me
My strengths are me weaknesses
My vulnerability is my resilience
My patience is impatient
I am beautiful because I am weathered
I am strong because I am moved
I am warm because I have been burnt
the water that floods me nourishes my soil
The fire that scorches me burns a new path
The air that weathers me reveals my core
NEW POETIC ORDER 
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