​The mines we’ve built – 

Run deep into the darker, 

Untouched earth and soil, 

That has long covered, 

Hidden matter, 

Rarer beauties – 

Pulled frantically, 

From this volcanic core, 

A Fiery heated heart,

Much like yours. 

It is in this fire, 

I have found warmth, 

Unfelt by anyone, 

Purer flames, 

Rarer than – 

Any mineral or ore, 

Uncovered. 

Kevin Brown © 03.09.2016

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