Dying Ember
The flames of passion had die
Leaving nothing but a hollow sigh
It became a memory to hold
As this dying ember grew cold
BINABASA MO ANG
My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoetryA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
MHBI 94: Dying Ember
Dying Ember
The flames of passion had die
Leaving nothing but a hollow sigh
It became a memory to hold
As this dying ember grew cold
