The PoetA Poem by FirebirdFor Ian (The Dirt Poet)
Your words are spun silver,
delicate, fragile. Forged in your heart's fire, spreading light as they rise. Hot snowflakes revolving, gently spinning and turning. Each different yet perfect, from a beautiful mind. They fall softly like stardust, and your alchemist's magic weaves spells and melts ice as they pierce my insides.
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