Wisp
I understand the wind and the grass
I can feel them calling to me
They tell me of days coming to pass
And of a soul I wish to be free
I see a flame that seems to be dying
A tiny purple flame which burns strong
Tears of light, I feel if crying
It seems smart...but could it be wrong?
With nothing but a heart and a torch
I fight to give you my all
But the flame is too afraid to scorch
And rejects my desperate call
I sit now by the fire, holding its gentle warmth
So since forever, and forever forth
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