You

I feel you here

and without a doubt

the flame from the edges of cinder

could not be.

in the wind

the laughter derides

mocking the memory

I knew to be true

why must we never

when others, always

it's more than a suggestion of cruel

harder to swallow

and yet, I choose to believe

there was magic

around the songs we sang

the love we shared

promises that bled into

impressions of affection we knew...

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- ahhh... i can feel the sentiments expressed in this piece... -- i dunno if we "choose to believe/there was magic"... or if there really was more than a hint of magic... -- when i look back at some scenes in my journey, i feel there was true magic though it later disappeared... and so i feel that this beautiful heartsong of yours... poignantly narrates the story of true magic... -- and i really, really like the expression "impressions of affection"... -- whenever i read your poetry, i notice some phrase which uniquely describes a feeling or an experience or an image that almost anyone can relate to...

[Alisa Js]

😍 thank you, kind heart for your time and comments...

...there was magic in such an undeniable and spectacular way, and there those certain times, still that I can still feel the fire💥

Amazingly so😍😍😍

[Alisa Js]

...I meant to say...and there are those certain times...

[. serah .]

-- i hear you, my infinitely poetic and sensitive friend... -- and you're very welcome... -- i felt the little miracles in your magic as i read this poem... :)