Silver Heart
Deep in the spirit of its silver flare,
locked out of time- an engine of wind
with seven shapes begins to prepare.
Vibrating! A whirlwind has converged
into a single stream of wind energy.
Piercing the atmosphere without mercy
gently, like a rose pierces the earth.
Air becomes visible and humid, it is full
as the hands of time flex and relax
and clocks go to sleep.
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