Fire and Moss
I've always admired fire
How she dances in destruction
How she crackles in foreign tongues
How she captures the glint of emerald moss
Fractaled facets of your gaze
Captivated in the way I say your name
Golden rays beam in the spires
Of your desire
Even as you look away
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
And I smolder a cool, collected blue
The longer this wait ensues
I'm hanging onto you
In a flurry of copper hues
Just as the winter bids adieu
To her lush russet plume
I await the coming season
Our connection again can bloom
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