The perfect canopy
Sparkling behind your smeyes
Unmined orange diamond lies
Burning in opulent grace
Ashes left; in them hearts I trace
Is that a glint in your eyes?
You do know they're absolute fire?
I'm an insect, drawn to my funeral pyre.
There's much joy in being burned by their love.
They are only eloquence; wordless yet articulate
Raking the colors to set a blaze of autumn's fantasy
I'm leaving with a gaze from the perfect canopy.
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