spark that escaped
Eyes wet and words died
Lips wet and throats dried
Departing dilatory almost as not wanting to
But the second round was tempting too.
Dust of a shooting star
Illuminates the once a dark
From nothingness escaped a spark
that ignited the fire
Of which the embers
Still breaths between us.
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Cornucopia
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub!! This collection is for poems our members have written and would like to share with everyone. For all the details read on...
