It amazes the burning heart how
The same salty sphere of grief aglow
Lights the eye, wets the eye.
It amazes the burning eye how
The same crisp streak of festival spark
Lights the sky, burns the sky.
It amazes the burning sky how
The same sensuous crest of the ocean
Dips below, and kisses high;
It amazes the burning ocean how
The same speck of grey, decayed ash
Floats to live, floats to die.
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Poetry[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium...
