My feet scarred from crossing
A cold crystal spring,
I wander into
An emerald forest
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Under turquoise sky
Coral berries and leaves
Glow red in the sun
Like the red prints my feet leave
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Hungry, gaunt agate wolves
Lick the black diamond soil
Behind me and howl
At moonstones in my eyes
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And my weak human heart
In the world made of stone
Begs that I turn and run
But I can’t, mesmerised