I am neither worthy of
Your love nor your affections
So leave me be...
And allow me to be consumed by the fearsome flames,
Let it lick my bones as dry as my hope,
With it's flickering tongue,
Until I be as light
As the beautiful Ash
To ride on the wind's back
Into the arms of nothingness...
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Blue Winter
PoetryInitially I thought.. Poetry was just... A topic... In literature But little did I know... It is a language Of the soul Different dialects Both For the living And walking dead...
