from these murky depths miles down
a flame flickers on through my skull
it flickers for your velvety swoop
for your golden green rings deep in mine
for the strings of silk perched on parrots peak
for your flame burning back through your eyes
my hearts like a dropp flowing
falling over falls
to let the butterflies rise
through the afternoon spring breeze
on resting pedals of pink and red
with brittle leaves of beauty
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