It's only in pain my writing blooms
my noble artful self reveals only in gloom
Maybe, my heart is good only molten
When it burns and churns, it turns golden
Edited
It’s only in pain that my writing will bloom,
My noble, artful self shows deep in the gloom.
Maybe my heart is good only when molten,
When it burns and it churns, and it turns golden.
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