I Roar
I have been
too long cold,
without fire,
a waif in the corner,
shaken with ice -
to ignore a spark,
such as that.
Sweet, warm wind,
scented jasmine,
was a nice surprise.
He came from the south
of where I stand;
gave me a smile,
embers exploded.
warms the cockles of my ol' heart
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