The Discord

Caught up in between the flames of her passions and the waves of adoration for what is great-
The all consuming fury of emotions driving her to madness,
The overwhelming surge of devotion for the good;
A contrast.
A conflict.
Thus, she exploded.
Smithereens of blue, red, yellow, orange.
She is now called stars.

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