Harps at Fall

Still I do doubt
if it was
a soul soothing poem
or a mind blowing heart,
or an evil- cast,
to remember the fires of the past
comforting mine heart
when nerves blossomed at it
as before and still and still…
When that never leaves the heart
even if it is not owned,
the fires of the past
to remember…
what did you do?

✍️Rwrites