Letters Before The Flame


Our love-story
 was a  paper 
in grime
before the
burnin'
flame of time

their ashes flew
they're gone—
like all your 
promises
in the mornin dew;
they are
eternally undone

the wind had failed
us to keep
thence gave us
its temporal weep

but only for a star
to die, t'would
 brighten brightest
in the wake
of its goodbye


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