We are embers on snow.
Making a soft orange glow
on an icy, cold down
with darkness all around.
Flecks of life pulse
as a generous universe
warms heat and light to death
and leaves traces of living breath.
Delightfully dying, we know
the thrill of being embers on snow
is melting our way to the ground
as stars spin us round and round.
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Author:
karvelD (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2021 08:21
- Category: Reflection
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