Something hidden, something older
Something younger, something bolder
Made from fire, ice, air or steel
Whatever you see, may not be real
The flow of water, the beauty of flora
The lightning’s spark, the glory of fauna
The mind’s eye knows more than some
The spirit of one can become
No matter what comes or what may be
You can always know there is more to see
Whenever two meet, dusk or dawn
Something will be born.
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