NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 3
HEAT
Where
is the warmth we yearn for,
the welcome promised to us?
Still safe…? Or does time erode
honourable intentions
like a river’s constant flow
turning pebbles into clay?
Will flames of friendship shield us?
Or will they turn against us,
burn relentless, scorch our flesh
and reduce our bones to ash?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
ReplyDeleteI'll wait till sundown pales the sky then... and try and catch it...
DeleteI'll wait till sundown pales the sky then... and try and catch it...
DeleteI tried that once and caught a cold. I said, I tried that once and caught a cold.
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