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Am I The Daughter of Fire?

Is this pain for a plan?

The hot…the bold

The words so cold...

Is it to stir my ire,

To push me away from kithe and clan?

This must be how Irina feels.

So no more sitting on my heels!



As for the Wild Man...

I will separate sand from seed!

I will spin flax to gold!

I will even find that ring to hold!

To the lover, the ordinary man...

I have my home and work to heed,

So don’t come ‘round ‘til I’ve made my bed!

Stay away ‘til ALL is perfect-ed!!