You drift
away
slowly
like a feather floating slowly upon the Zephyr
that slight, elusive wind
mild and gentle
tapering
upon the soft folds of my heart
the edges of my mind
the hot glow of my spirit
sparks ignite with every moment of friction
while white hot meets blue cold
quenching and quelling
mutual surrender
while the wind, soft and tame
blows the flame alive
that lay within the restless blood
so the dying embers,
renewed and filled with vigor
embellish
and give fervor to the wind.
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