In my mind like candle flicker,
a memory burns low, yet still alive.
Holding on through the frost so bitter,
reminding us all how to survive.
A simple thought, easily mislabeled.
A memory covered by the snow of time.
But ignites the hope and good enabled..
That once was lost, will again be mine.
Havoc and Consequence 
♥️ Love the rhythm! Beautiful job!!!
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re welcome!!
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Light holds so much promise within! Loved this one. Do this more often please!😀
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Ha, a little less tragic….okay 🙂
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inspiring write, sir.
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed this one.
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The memories we often want to get rid of the most, are usually, the ones that are, most important, to our, beings…
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Sometimes, some always come up like a sore wound that we thought had healed and taught us not to run with scissors!
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The imagery, rhythm and words , there’s a beauty to how you’ve placed them all together to paint this moving piece. I especially like the line “Holding on through the frost so bitter, reminding us all how to survive…” I hope in time, the flicker grows into a flame.
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Thank you, that’s a warming reply indeed. I’m glad you enjoyed it and it was able to paint itself so vividly in your mind. The pilot light is still on 🙂
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You’re very welcome. That I am glad to hear and trust you shall light a wonderful flame!
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