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The Aurora Borealis sets flame in the kaleidoscope

In the folds of my ever-bleeding, crimson heart

I can feel the blue fire rushing through my veins

And as my soul sprouts wings, the fire turns red.



Not a scintilla of doubt lingers here

Glimmer. Whisper. Breathe. Release.

I awoke in the pools of your eyes

And there my soul died and came alive.



Dearest Luna watched it all, deeply

Filled with benevolence like no other

The waves collapsed upon the distant shores

And I fell into euphoria.



I do not need rose-colored glasses

This world can radiate without them

Release. Breathe. Whisper. Glimmer.

I'm standing on the edge of the earth.



I am not afraid.