Ablaze were souls that burnt alight,
its sparks that fly bright adrift.
Ardent be its wanted glow,
thus brighter its burning gift-
Yet longer it languishes,
waltzing in delight,
with hope its burning fuel,
as it soon shall wilt to its delight.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
