faint
whispers
call softly,
like the night fire’s morning embers.
call to you,
…call to me,
call us
to share that spark,
and build a warming flame
-together.
take my hand
for it is cold,
but I know the way.
come,
let us light the winter of the world,
both night
&
day.
come,
beautiful
child of Gaia,
come and play with me.
the future
is here.
and it is ours.
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