Though fiery on Earth
there you exhale ice,
the taste of comets still on your breath
from your youngest days.
Gashed by tiger claws,
your wounds still throb
with heat,
belying your white stare
more pale than snow.
The groans of your wild unrest,
cannot be heard,
But standing in the right place,
we may yet see a rainbow.
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