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Winter Flames

09 May

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When we were but young and bold,
we had all the world in our hand,
our greatest stories had been told,
tho’ no one else could understand.

When we met winters with delights,
and wrote the rules for lovers’ games,
we merely played on moonlit nights,
warmed in ardor by our own flames.

But, time and age have taken tolls,
our hands are not as steady now,
winters no longer soothe our souls,
and summers scald a broken vow.

And we, who once laughed at sky,
have now the summers to amend,
that with fragile hearts, you and I
might now find our peaceful end.

Forged with bonds ne’er forsaken,
now rise as gods among the din,
that with chances we have taken,
we find the strength to love again.

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Posted by on May 9, 2016 in My Poetry

 

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