The cinder longs burn after flame expires
A dim reminder of long past fires
As nostalgic warmth of embers glows
The biting chill of winter slows
A smile as cinders begins to fade
Knowing the cold you must abade
Seasons change and flames do flicker
Times shall pass with skin made thicker
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
The cinder longs burn after flame expires
A dim reminder of long past fires
As nostalgic warmth of embers glows
The biting chill of winter slows
A smile as cinders begins to fade
Knowing the cold you must abade
Seasons change and flames do flicker
Times shall pass with skin made thicker