In quietness,
I am thorough blue.
Violent crimson,
in muddled chaos.
My resolve to touch Him,
sets off a trail.
Ironically, accompanied by
His gentle glow.
I sprint relentlessly,
unapologetic, mad,
like wildfire
you’ve only heard of.
Too hot it may be,
trust me,
to bar me with
your bare hands now.
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