Embers dead, the iron does poke,
Glow to yellow flame.
And welcome curls of smoke to choke
And sting the eye to smut stained tear,
Passions held in darkened fear.
Far apart but always near.
- Date: 4th May 2017
Embers dead, the iron does poke,
Glow to yellow flame.
And welcome curls of smoke to choke
And sting the eye to smut stained tear,
Passions held in darkened fear.
Far apart but always near.