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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From a dying Ember To a live Flame Fame – ous, Autumn Green Eyes, Beauty her name – came into the light – a clearing – that shone so bright, same as shining stars in the dead of night. Fight for ardor, once more – cut down by a knife – sight awash into blindness – no room in her life. Strife, the journey this ember to flame takes – Fife plays the marching song – the road that makes flakes out of the heart – odyssey on broken wings. Stakes to high, to sharp – killing - the voice that sings, brings a melancholy, endings to – an ancient man strings life, desires, loving, memories as best he can. Fan those embers, light that flame, love this man ! An ember into a blazing inferno. You, the igniter ?, I have come to know. From a spark or recognition – ignition into a world of burning desire for life – contradiction for all – in this world – I have done wrong, all who have departed – leaving a very sad song, singing to the winds of passing time as I reach deep within – try to rhyme away all that clings – wants to stay outside of memories hoard – live to become cathartic elixirs healing the soul, freeing spirits, seeing them fly. I, with my inner eye – might just see - the real me for others to know – maybe to enjoy the show as my days wane – lessen – the pain to become clear- see it afar, no longer near. Some days are gray – a way we have to pay for life in this world – on this plane – that flight from - to come back again - the right sum – death with rain, tears we shed at the throes of change. B. J. “A” 2 March 16th 2008
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