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Oct 2018
There is a trembling warmth,
And my heart has fallen to its gentle call,
And it feels so soft,
Wasting pieces of my voice and laugh,
To find and say it all.

It is a sound, in the light,
And I hear it low,
In my hands, in the night,
Why won't it let go ?

It burns and grows in flames,
Words you profess,
Voice caress,
Their blaze was made with your name,
And hearts aware,
At which I stare.

Endeavor for rising,
That feeling I thought I'd never hold,
It slips through, I'm trying,
But I can not feel its cold,
You made it grow in flames,
A fire no one can tame.

Bright in the place I used to hear the stars laughing,
Caught into silence, echoes in the wind.

It burns and grows in flames,
Words you have said,
Never fade,
Their blaze was made with your name,
And gusts so strong,
On your tongue.

And striving just to reach,
The moment when we will be alright,
It's slipping through a breach,
In my soul, I won't fight,
You made it grow in flames,
And you're not one to blame.

I watch my weak hand,
Tumbling again won't be fine,
And I run and I stumble and strand,
And the effort is mine,
So by your side, one day, I may stand,
Holding on to the memories we find,
Never looking back to when I walked behind.

The high strength, that I need,
To me is far away like the moon,
But the love, that I bleed,
Won't be running out too soon,
You made it grow in flames,
A fire no one can tame.
BlueInkDitty
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BlueInkDitty  16/F/France
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