![]() The PoetA Poem by Firebird![]() For 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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