Just Another Necessary Elaboration (JANE)

My muse colludes with my heart strings,
Creating such sweet music;
Our movements mimicking the sways
Of leaves turned gray from burning embers
Into ashes, from burning timber;
My winter body morphed into summer,
A number of numb pieces warmed
When swarmed by her glowing presence,
The essence of eternal fluorescence.

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