It lit the way, and found my block,
Merged them both, we ignited the flame.
Hers grew brighter, mine adjusting to the dark,
And I saw the path, under the clear night sky.
Turned to the blue, the night met the day.
The wind robust, the flame much stronger.
Its power so great, that it raised the heat,
The sun approving, while we raised them both.
Never to extinguish, we left them up high.
Not to be put out, our Flaming torches.
Unstable in one place, they waved in excitement,
Little did I know, they were only saying goodbye.
It went first, the ignition on her little log.
So did my own, the light joining the wind's direction.
I was left, without the fire to motivate me.
So I light it again, to meet the block another time.
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Dimmed
PoetryBroken by life's struggles, by love, but yearn to have it back? Blaze through the likely feeling of your emotions with these pieces which tell stories; The kind to make you feel like the spark you had around your dreams or ex-lover exists, but as fa...
