The Fire Dance
Wishing for the light to glow when it’s burning low,
Took it granted whilst it breathed and moaned.
Could have kept it bright with a little fright,
How am I to blame, the wind had far less shame.
Is it the warmth I miss, or your colorful fingertips?
Or just the eyes I know will now cease to exist.
I wish to see your final swansong ablaze,
Just once before you are finally unfazed.
Copyright © Virog Turner | Year Posted 2022
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