Impression

The fierce has no flashy attire or elaborated hairstyle.

It is a red for in a million crowd.

The energy needs no contact to transfer,

Yet it powers the surroundings.

The love is visible in a storm.

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Mirage in the lab

What you wish if what drags you
Out of bed, out of the office chair
As a distant mirage
Glowing in the lab.
The pale hypothesis
Rings no bell to anybody else
But speaks to you.
In your head it lits up
And puts fire in your belly.
Will it work? Is it true? Is it real?
It is up to you, only,
Also today.