A fire burns deep, burning the papers.
A water flows weep, teardrops and sweating
A airs movement, my breathe goes on.
The shivering ground, a scary phenomen.

A noise in the wind,
a strike through the sky.
Tears the clouds again,
and here again this time.

I'm glad it didn't scare me,
a proud little child,
as that strikes power,
is the energy of life.

I controll it well,
translate and convert
from the language of nature,
to the language of words.

A resistor regulates my thoughts,
as the current goes on,
and the voltage
is not in parallel anymore.

It makes the mecanizm work,
letting the acuamaribe ink to go.
Making a fire blaze hot,
as the little LED turns ON.

A little light does nothing much,
when the sun brights,
the windows of gold,
blinding the eyes of everyone around.

But there in the dark,
when things don't go right,
the thought of that diode ,
will make your heart to smile.

The project did work.
I was so happy at that time.
As you say those words,
your soul will be so light.

There from inside,
that fire still burns.
It is just as strong,
as when I first got that little shock.

I felt through my heart,
a beating profound,
you have the switch,
the key of my heart.

The wires connected,
like veins of blood,
nature, sciences, and love
all perfections in one.

♥🦋🤍👑💛

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