sounds of
your flute, and
tinkling bells;
breath drawn in,
into the well;
heart aches and
thoughts that race,
rest entranced
in your blaze;
where
nothing moves,
nothing stirs,
nothing kindles,
nothing blurs;
the eternal flame
burns bright inside,
unwavering
in the stillness
of the night.
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