there will always be the few that


keep the fire burning

bursting forth on any
given typical day, we
delve into mysteries
of bath bomb bubbles;
while here in a corner,
ever-vigilant keeper
of ember-like ghostlight,
sentinel of our night,
scribe of thought and
companion of heart:
connects green room
to footlit centre stage




Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2017-03-25 at 04:22

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