That intricate seed of embers ye ears have not seen as they remain mysteries.
Begins; like a sweet sap oozing as foreign tears down a weeping tree.
And - with some ginger sympathy lying within the science of liquid and light - an opening creeps apart and a champion is born.
It's heart pounds; and the art of you as the idea parades.
Petals arouse you and starlight is held within your palms.
Work is final as destiny sees fit.
And forever is as forever does…forever.
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