Funeral Pyre
Slow burning funeral pyre
Whose flame burns with desire
Smoke clouds obscuring the sky high
Things I left as I was too shy
What remains for me in the end
Broken dreams not a friend
Resting, pleading hopes of romance
But at the time I didn’t learn the dance.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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