To a mate
Because sometimes you
remind me of the flame around a log,
steady and ready to spark;
your unpredictability ignites my wet wet day.
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But you're contained
like the embers that come later,
responsible and constant;
your principles keep my feet dry.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
