Ending of the day,
Cold spring lies hidden in air,
Tender kiss dispels.
Flames rise within me,
Surging blood a blush forgive,
And you my flower.
Forget winter past,
Life within us grows as hope,
Each tear a memory.
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Jamye Sharp
Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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