Aug 2014
Flames dance
over the bones
of an unfinished
sonnet,
now half-remembered
and strewn about
the ashes
of a love
huddled
in the cold.
over the bones
of an unfinished
sonnet,
now half-remembered
and strewn about
the ashes
of a love
huddled
in the cold.
Written by
Michael Solc
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