Upon the horizon,
I see a flame.
Deep with in my heart,
a spark is struck.
Holy and untamed,
the rushing wind is in me.
Far above,
my thoughts will linger.
To take in the fire,
to live by my heart's desire.
For all things turn,
and all days end.
But some things shine,
the heart, the soul, the mind.
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