Poem -
-a flame-
You- all the colors
of the Autumn
rubies, golds, bronze, and amber
converted into the warmest
Light
dancing and pulsing
like hot embers beneath
-a flame-
it warms, yet chills, with
affection and longing.
Hope
that it may work out, but
Unknown to the Autumn
how and who
it affects -me.
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nice write x