It all begins with the warmth of a fire
That you light with your heart and eyes
When spring blows on it
We are blind and nothing more
*
The fire is now bright red
We must be halfway there
Where hope remains, full of life
In our stories, anything goes
*
Time passes, consuming the hours
days, months, and years
The blue flame rings out the hour
Transparent with truth
*
Little by little, the fire goes out
And never close your eyes
A burn remains a burn
A scar made to measure
*
The flame is dead, what sadness
We stay with our friend Time
He will fade the doubt and the pain
Until the flame becomes vain.
About the Creator
Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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