Embers
Like the last glowing embers of a once roaring fire I wait
For the winter winds and night to blanket me in the frigid dark
A beauty, solemn, and severe
To the depths
And the bone
And the tattered heart, once in flames now languishes
Still reaching
But a flicker
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2023
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