Wildfire
I consume all of you when you get to love me.
I burn and leave you empty.
But I come back just as unexpectedly.
Your wildfire, sure, that is me.
What was there before will be surely missed.
Like a wipe out after the catastrophe.
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Hera of the Universe
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PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
