The night burns with
a fire,
from a billion
distant
Yet this heat rises
from your merest
touch.
The day is alive with
the suns brilliant
passion.
And yet I am blinded
by your briefest
glance.
There is nothing small from you.
With a blink of your eyes
our worlds collide,
And I am left
unmade.
There is nothing hidden from you.
You find me in the ash,
and wish me as
a diamond.
And I am left
to shine in
your
hand.
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