Ribbons and Bows, Tied To the Flames
Friendship held in an open hand,
Trust given, affection unplanned.
Love turns like a calendar page,
One can't quench an inferno's rage.
Golden restraints of space and time,
Faith's cold, divisive paradigm.
Trapped within society's cage,
One can't quench an inferno's rage.
Two souls, two hearts, a song divine,
Mischief of the most grand design.
The piper must be paid his wage,
One can't quench an inferno's rage.
Friendship held with an open hand,
One can't quench an inferno's rage.
15.12.2016
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
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