As shadows stretch to embrace the light of the solstice eve,
words with fire dance on your lips.
The time-worn melody of a distant heart murmurs beneath the stars.
In the language of emissaries and embers,
I find your voice cradled with whispers of euphoria.
Together in this secret garden punctuated with midnight marigolds ...
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The circle, encompassing all, enclaves our circling nights.
Do its bounds reflect the infinity we dance within?