scarlet tangles of rivers weave
a tale across the lighted floors
a miracle of modern day
a marvel blooming set aloft
set deeper in the grain of wood
and hold the place in hope's cavern
break out the night a little soon
and paint the stars across
make a memory crimson red
and set to sparkle horefrost
a firefly within the echoing
and toss the flames upon their heads
to steal the visions in their eyes
fly away, fly and carry golden beams
the favor of the muse in hand
a celebration of being free
by Elizabeth Azpurua
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