translating atoms, and vibrating hearts
unexpectedly, the particles of my soul
turn maroon
and summer-wine red,
circulating
into the bloodstream
shifting,
bending
filling my atoms,
and coloring them
in the shades of your emerald fields,
the light of the sun
reflecting
the spectrum of crimson threads
spilling the ocean's green whispers into my love
things blooming and exploding
softest fireworks
just like fireflies in the night,
their wings forever fluttering
on the edge of these bones
my ribs, like branches,
a resting place, for their little hearts
casting light like lanterns
a steady path, for my home to find
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