Whose flames leap ever high.
A roaring, whirling pyre,
These flames will never die.
My love is a star
That shines forever bright.
My love is a dream
That guides me through the night.
mesmerized as a cloud-fairy,
in UV filtered depth,
playground slides, blurring
wings & whims evaporating
into an ocean of formless,
blue sky being
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*Words by Bruce Masters
*Photograph by Sharon Senior
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