Monday, October 28, 2013

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.

 

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