The red glow in me, a blush, a rush. Emotional flow like a fountain. Moving me around on the wind’s arms and air blown in my ears with love’s whisper.
Green nourished the new in me, trashed the old and created the new. half of the old me was dead and a new me was alive again.
A little light that sustains, little restless than the rest, rests in the dark, to spread the beam, known to only some.
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