A single match set the bonfire ablaze.
I can see your face, incandescent in the light of those flames. I long for your eyes to catch mine. I fear your eyes catching mine.
As if they would…
as the last
blossoms fall
waning moon
Mish holds down Quadrille #200! at dVerse today, where we light up the poetry trail in a blaze of glory!
The pub is open! Come join us!



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