Burnt Vow
at first,
she seemed unsure
as she faced the bonfire tonight
with her back to him;
the written vow
in her hand she tossed,
piece by torn piece, to the flames,
unburdened,
she sighed at the smoke,
smiled at him reassuringly;
they watched
the pieces bend, burn and blossom
like black roses dying out,
at last.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2009
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