Through arid flatlands of the heart, an innocent traverses.
She cradles a bud, fragile, explosive.
Unrelenting flames close in, anguished cries, and burning dreams
Explode around her.
Torn around her, faces of strangers, and those she held dear.
A city, a world explodes and crumbles with hate.
She holds in her palm, a bud, more powerful.
It is Love.
It is her time to detonate. (c)