All Hopes Embers
How to endure
This infatuation
When the touch of your hand
Is crucifixion
And every glance
Enflames my soul
Yet better this than a
Conflagration
And all hope’s embers
Growing cold.
Steve W, 2019
Copyright © Steve Watson | Year Posted 2019
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