SPRING

The great rock spins a little closer to the Fire
and all its creatures,
born of warmth
and of desire,
crack shells, burst seeds,
feed and breed
and say YES.

They burn gently, while they may,
being born of warmth and of desire,
until the great rock spins away,
to tempests, ice, fog and hail,
causing the lonely heart to fail,
desire to fail.

Waiting the return of Fire.

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