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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Poem 121: Fires of the Soul

Beneath this smoldering core, there is a fire in the soul
that burns much hotter than the cold could ever know.

Inside this flickering shell, there's a heart that I know well
it's hot to touch and soft to see, refreshing the weary.

In depth of fire's war, my soul cries out, implores
The heat has so long kept me warm, I want of nothing more.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2011 at 1:30 AM

    Beautiful

    This poem made me cry. Thank you for sharing.

    TR

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  2. SamuelFebruary 14, 2011 at 5:03 PM

    :)

    You have gotten quite good. Perhaps I will have to read more.

    -Samuel

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