The cold glow of distant fires
Can’t turn my soul into ashes
Because never and forever
Are the words we’ll never own
In the scent of a thin air
Now I can slow down the pace
And I let my walls collapse
In a tired wake of rage
Two hearts beating and one beat
No more wishes to be made
Then I blow the light away
And our music starts to fade.
That was very classically poetic. Lovely.
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Thank you for the like to my post “Hands”
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You are very welcome. I suppose the hands are yours 🙂
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Yes… they are not in the best conditions because I did some jewelry work. Not too bad I guess 🙂
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