A Poet's Dying Breath
Thursday, June 28, 2012
How quickly a kiss grows cold,
Held alight only
By the fragile flicker of memory
In a waning time.
Rekindle the fire again
And let it burn.
But not, I pray you,
To where the flames consume.
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