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……the smouldering
fire sparks alive,
lazy licks along smoking
logs,
reaching, testing,
claiming, the flames leap
higher and higher
in joyful jubilation;
as should your soul
as it shifts through the day,
touching, tasting,
lighting the way
through the
darkness, find your fire.
Beguiling and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow, friend Shadow, this is your best poem yet … Let's keep the fire going, hmmm? … any kind of fire … smiles … Much love, cat.
ReplyDeleteI agree with ^.^ -- this is one of your best poems yet. :-)
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay i shud be aybel to do that i wil just follo my nose!!! my nose is not verry gud for a dog but eeven i kan smel smoke!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteSuch a lasting, beautiful, piece of ecstacy you've created.
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