Fickle little flame of life,

Dance around defined actions

Burn my finger in broken flings

Warm my heart in welcome homes

Light my lovers’ memories

Shadow the secret truths

Extinguished by emotional banter;

My fire yearns for a touch of tranquil air

The winds of tempests’ whisper travesty

The flicker and step of fantasy and satisfaction

Eludes an effort aimed at purpose of perfection

Familiar light is forgotten and lingers like heaven on the heart


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