Bring me hollow emotions and make them full,
Restless, weaving churning soul.
For if to be awhile alone, in solitude,
Through every storm.
Gently fall and swirl below,
A leaf from the very tree bestowed.
And dip your heart in churning fires.
As warming voices sing in pretty choirs.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
What I get from this poem is a call to make the best out of everything to stoke up the fire and go with a blaze. Carpe diam is the battle cry. Nicely written
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