Fire pixie from hugging earth.
Quickly passing the swoosh of winds'
Retreating, sweeping up a ghost heart
Trying to find the moon again.
Though broken
Holding soul. no
Body made of fire.
Raw. Pure. Untainted. Simply
What the moon needs
To make it brighter
At night,
When inspiration cums
Her light of fire speaks.
When it rains or water's
rise. Rise, rise,
Stinging fire becomes a sheath
hug and kiss your mustered joy
Chip, chip, chip away! Whispering
Winds that often whisper
Thoughts or feelings for a day
Flaming bright,
The light of heart is not enough,
When winds come rough. Eating fire til
Barely seen or jealous to a green
Quickly leaving No
Longer Fire Pixie's Stinging earth or
Passion whispy.
While others laugh
And nature sleeps in
Mystery's
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