
"The East Wind blows
a glaucous shade of bloom,
on every needle waving,
dancing for the light.
The salient and valiant dawn
cresting o'er hills-
mountainous vitality.
All sentient thoughts
rest within the smolder,
aging her reflection-
a pool of wisdom,
contained,
in azure atrium.
The East Wind blows
her archway open,
beckoning, howling,
"Let your petals fall.
Bloom into the opening,
unbind the sepals
of your sanguine soul."
A burning heart bursts
beyond the dark.
The warm honey of her globe
rising in song,
enlightening the world-
and her own.
And the East Wind blows
with delight, cajoling,
rolling through her atrium,
unearthing the zephyr,
bound by silent thoughts.
~Jewls
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