Flint and steel-
Everything real-
Produces my light when touched.
A hint of a fire-
The start of desire-
Builds as my thoughts branch.
Then fueling the flame-
Making a name-
Brings my hot heat to heart.
But leave it to burn-
To never return-
And the ash will break me apart.
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Emanations Of The Heart
PoetryΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ
