An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
talisman
though mute and still
the fire you light
illuminates a place long dark
its warmth unlocks
the bittersweet
tears fill an upturned smile
at season's end
lovingly stored
you'll light that fire again
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