Among the long historical roots of creation,
I am but a sprout.
Among the fiery infernos of passion,
I am but a sparkle.
The icy terrains frozen for millennia,
Has begun to melt.
The emotions and yearning lying dormant,
Are now being felt.
Neither too red nor too green,
But the world in a yellow tint.
Neither too shallow nor too deep
Life as an untamed river,
Sparking river that lies between,
the stormy ocean and a calm sea.
This world 'twixt the heaven and hell,
That only some can see.
Such is a tale of budding flower.
Such is my song of ice and fire.
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