a silver flame
flares at the tips of my fingers
racing through my veins
strengthening my bones
enveloping my skin
with an ethereal glow
and every time you try
to extinguish me
i will rise from the ashes
and burn twice as bright
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Coffee Culture
PoetryIn which tiny snippets of time are cut and pasted together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Poetry #30 (29/01/19) © 2019 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.
