Gold liquid drips from my lips,
Poised I whisper to the wind.
She giggles as she carries my words through the forest and into the night.
Speckles of gold begin to fill the sky.
Constellations build around me.
I feel at peace.
I begin to center my being, by closing my eyes and allowing the beauty around me, consume me.
I become something so small,
So insignificant, that I am scattered.
I am scattered so gracefully,
Like pine needles on a snow dusted floor.
My soul is far from cold.
Warmth ignites in me.
The fire is small, but ever growing.
Many have tried to smother my burning desires,
But failed.
I am fueled by fate.
Oxygen of my own aura.
I will be my fueling force.
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