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She's What

 

You Die For

You come like
The Dawn of God
In a Pagan sky. 
Rising like a
Long-needed Tide, while
Engulfing my parched Planet in
The blue flood that
You are;
Coloring the black and white
World,
With shades of Human violet. So
Vivid they burn like
Warm Water
On a frozen Hand
Reaching for Eternity yet
Holding on to its
Mortality
Saying
I can
Never
Let
Her
Go.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
— Rumi