Fallen Flame.

What hope for me

      this sorry spirit bound

where lie's the spark

      of filtered essence found.


What hope the heart

      with rhythmic heat

to throb the verse so used:

      where muse and lover meet.


What hope for life

      in breath this day,

indeed the want of life itself

      does this broken, time betray.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As ever, for 'D'.

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 beautifully woven work. ~A~




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Thank you very much :-) Sue x

Thank you very much :-) Sue x