fires, they gleam in rings
on your fingers, molten in amber
winds, they clasp as chains
on your eyes, in hollowed homes
snowfall, dance in buried silence
your feet, dream of voices to hold
waters, they clink as fireflies do
your heart, drip thoughts in the dark
in your nest of wonder I find
another sky to hold
another day to wear
another lamp to light
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