You're rekindling a spark
That I had long thought dead,
The flames that flicker red
Like your hair, bright attest,
Still burn long in your breast.
Take a piece of that warmth
And with slow, careful steps,
Dip your hands into my chest
To place the guttering spark
In the worn hawthorn remnants
Of my slow beating heart.
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Author:
SerenWise (
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Comments3
Beautiful write Serenwise.
Andy
Compelling imagery in this emotive invite - - I love the calming effect of the metre you use to portray the thought of Rekindling - - good read Seren.
what better way to awaken and rejoice in the warmth of a new day...
Super words indeed my friend....
Neville
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