In You, There Is... Poem by Raven Pilipczuk

In You, There Is...



In the coldness of your eyes,
I see a warm fire.
Flickering, twitching.

In the darkness of your heart,
I see a small light.
Fading, fading.

In the blackness of your soul,
I see a clear spot.
Smaller, smaller.

In the emptiness of soul,
I see love.
Darker; weaker.

Gone.

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