Your eyes are burning,
but within I spy forests and rivers
and panthers jumping out,
in quest of everything there is.
I swear I saw them again the other day,
and then,
last night,
the moon was overflowing on your skin.
And there, before you,
before your sun & your moon and your panthers,
I know that this flame is a noble one.
Marianna Pliakou
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