Your music sets my heart on fire,
multiplies to everywhere.
Fire on the dead old leaves
Dance and dance in measured flare.
Hands raised to the sky
something like a prayerful sigh.
Who listens, I am not sure.
The stars gaze wondering
what a madness in the wind.
This lotus full of golden light
in the heartbeat of the night
what a magical surprise.
What is it about the fire
I am certain, I am not sure.
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