I
Burn...
I cry to you - and like a windy mist
My words go past you,
It is well they do...
Not any kiss that you or I have kissed
Loses or gains from what I bring to you...
Not anything that life has ever told
Has whispered what I come to you to learn.
And a flame whiter than the arctic cold
Is what I speak of when I say - I burn.
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