AshA Poem by Stephen Norton
You poke the ashes hoping for some heat
Your eyes fixate on the gray But there is no red Consuming cold These coals have long been dead There's nothing here but the corpse of a fire But I'll smile for you If that will keep you warm
© 2015 Stephen Norton |
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