Poem -
Before the flame
Unrequited love.
Golden leaves, the seasons changeĀ
my love may come as peace
But all the green and gold unfoldingĀ
In time too shall come to ceaseĀ
For I had claimed within his lightĀ
amidst the sorrow not to fight,
but lay down armour of mine heart
Before the seasons come to partĀ
Where unrequited love outlivedĀ
And settle in the soul as one
Forgave the reason love had left
Before the flame begun.Ā
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Before the fire, is there the " spark " ? To IGNITE the " night " and the " light " to ward off the worries of being lost, and alone, without proper comfort. There is " a lot " and " a plot " in an idea. Of the idealist emotive projection. Leading to residual side effects beyond " Sliding Doors " and " Sideways " perspective. I, see, your angle ? Here.
THANKS FOR SHARING....YOURSELF. So, readily. It, is there, that you find balance. To yearn for greater " good , " so admirable in context. Always respected. Anytime. Anywhere. Fine " work " as you get, it !! Life has dealt you the means to pass what is so " passion-forming " !
KEEP UP THE GREAT " ARTISTIC " CELEBRATION. To continue to give, whole-heartedly.
THANKS.Ā XXX