My hands are a blistered, burned reminder
Singing simple warning shots
Of the fire that is all around her
I've danced with danger until I've dropped
I touch, they peel. My mind explodes
Each surge deserving of her voice
Poignant purpose of palindromes
Multiplicity in her every choice
No hope for healing hands of grace
Or lips to cleanse my ashen mind
Memories mirror will now replace
The face of every love I find
But by favor of the autumn wind
Am I given a chance to feel again?
i hope the autumn wind is your friend and you've been given a chance to feel again..you packed a lot of emotions into your sonnet..
ReplyDeleteah i hope you have, with time and risk once more you will...
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